Naturally being the laughing stock of the school I fell asleep as my so called classmates took pictures of me on their phones. Miss Peters must have l...ft me there as I woke up in an empty classroom with a note on my desk, it read 'Meet me at Mrs King's room at 3:00' Mrs King was the other History teacher in the school who was the type of woman that would be the last to arrive at work and first to leave.I spent the rest of the day thinking about who could have written that note, eventhough me. Soon I removed my pants and let my junk run through the calm air.I then started to suck on my popsicle.My anus was getting wet at the taste and motions of me sucking on it.I then start to grab my chocolate syrup and rub it all over my chest and face, leaving me covered in chocolatey goodness.My bed was a mess, but I didn't fucking care.I was enjoying my fetish.Next I used the combined forces of my popsicles juices and chocolate syrup and rubbed it between my asscheeks.My dick was ready to cum.I. When I came back she asked if I had any alcohol. She might not be good at smoking weed but she loved alcohol. I then realized she was trying to impress me and decided to use it to my advantage. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and some shot glasses from my shelf and gave both of us some. I gave her a refill right away, and another one, and another one, and another one. She kept saying yes please and I kept giving her more.About an hour and 10 shots later, I saw her slowly moving her beanbag closer. “Please follow that man,” he said, pointing the young man in the suit. “Your luggage has been brought to the car.”We followed him, and the KGB Colonel, through a series of doors, and then outside, where we were directed to what I later learned to be a ZIL-4104 limousine.“This car will take you to the Moscow Hotel. Minister Voronin will meet you there.”“Thank you very much,” I said as the driver put our things in the trunk. The girls and Jesse got into the back, and I got into the front, next to.