"No, please," she begged as she felt her other arm pulled up, the cold metal snapped to secure her wrist, the cuffs too tight, her arms already had pi...s and needles in them.Headmaster Michel turned the windlass, watched as her arms pulled straight up, as her breasts rose and fell while she laid pinned to the table. He moved to her waist, found the thick black leather belt secured to the table and wrapped it around her slender waist, cinched it tight until she sucked in her breath as it. I could feel the warm thick glob trying to run off the sides and back of my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed, feeling his load slide down my throat. Jason slowly squeezed his softening cock in front of my face and I licked the last couple of drops of cum that were oozing out of his pee hole.I got up off the floor as Jason was getting up from the chair. We exchanged places and I sat down in the chair feeling the warmth from where he was just sitting. I spread my legs open and Jason got. Grabbing her chin inhis left hand and grasping her ponytail in his right he held her head in placeand thrust in and out to his own tempo. She had struggled to accommodate himtrying not to gag as he pumped into her throat with unrestrained enthusiasm. Hecame without the slightest warning and she couldn?t help but gag, heaving andspewing cum everywhere.She?dnever felt so humiliated in her life. To be on her knees before her masterretching and crying while semen sprayed from her mouth running down. The skirt fluted out at the hem. I was misinformed that it would make me look professional and savvy. Instead I felt like a child who had rummaged through her mother’s closet. Mike Nash was none too impressed. He pointed to a dry erase board emphasizing a name, and a number next to that name. Indicating that I should strive to be so lucky as to have a 2508 next to my name. This should have been the exact moment where I realized the difference between sanity and insanity. Instead, I nodded.