Crated mind you. Finally from the back corners of a drugged mind the idea of her fantasy rape crawled into consciousness. Could this be? Yes. It m...st be... or she was in worse trouble than she could imagine... but then maybe she was in ‘worse trouble’ anyway. The top of the crate came loose. The sun was far to bright. Cynthia squinted but could not focus in the bright light of day. Someone offered her water. She accepted without hesitation gulping as they poured water into her mouth. And that TV on a cart can mean only on thing.A boring video that’s about to start. I’ll hand him the note.The sub glanced up, lazily took the note, then nodded toward the back as the TV blared to life. The life of Shakespeare. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this documentary before.Me too. Allison sat down next to Emanuel as a student rushed through the door and handed the substitute a note. I wonder what that’s about.“Mr. Lopez? The vice-principal wants to see you.”Oh well. It’ll be nice to not have. I started massaging her boobs planted soft kisses on it.Meanwhile she took my dick out of my pant as she was very eager to see it. We both couldn’t stop smiling at each other as we explored each other’s bodies. I grabbed her boobs and thrust it in my mouth. Her 34C boobs were a treat to feel and I slowly made my way to her panties and stated sliding it down. She had got completely naked and turned her around and dug my face in her ass, pressing those firm flesh and smelling her pushy, I felt. It was becoming a habit I would need to break. I was independent, I could be strong, and he needed to know I could be a bitch if pushed too far. I kicked him lightly under the table and caught him glancing over my shoulder. I turned and saw a familiar face, but where had I seen? Lisa?"Hey you two! What are you doing in this neck of the woods?" Lisa Dryden said with a huge smile as she walked over to our table.I was in complete shock to see her; did she live around here I wondered? I wasn't even.