I felt a shamed on some level and looked away. Karl saw this and stood, still stroking his cock slowly. He reached down and stood me up, turning to ...ace the mirror. He leaned against my ear and said, “You look at yourself. See yourself covered in cum. You feel your body too. You know you loved every second of this. Even when I slapped you, even when I tore you, when I stretched you…” he paused and then urged me closer to the counter. “Look at your face, you have me all over you. You. " I said.Marlow looked at Nichole, "Well Major, what do you say about this?" He asked her.Nichole thought for a moment, "I'm willing to give it a go, Colonel, if that's what you want." She said sounding dubious.Marlow nodded his head, "Good, well then that's your assignment from now on Major, you are the liaison between this office and Mr. Beaker's school. Now why don't you show him our plans and then get him to sign the O.S.A." He said and nodded to me. "You're going to learn some stuff that. I couldn't believe I was inside her a couple of days ago. I kept it cool, stared forward. But she didn't sit in the row in front of me like she usually does. She sat NEXT to me. Oh my fucking god. What does this mean?! She's sat in the same seat for three months, and she just decided to switch it up today? She didn't say anything, didn't even acknowledge me, and the professor started his lecture.Five minutes went by. I was tense as hell, staring at the professor, though I couldn't focus on a. So, she lied to them. It was, as she saw it, fitting. *********** Jarrod Morris sat in Ethan Chandler’s study in a chair near his desk on a brisk autumn afternoon. Ethan was at his desk, looking pale and nervous. Morris was relaxed. The Valley Sentinel lay on the desk, folded open to the Editorial Page. ‘It looks like I’ll have to come out with O’Toole’s name on Sunday,’ he announced soberly. ‘Why so glum about it, Ethan?’ his friend asked. ‘It wasn’t long ago that you were chomping at the bit.