?What do wedo? What do we do?? Do? Do? What thefuck was he on about? We didn?t come here to do anything, except masturbatelike motherfuckers. What wa... he on about? I returnedmy gaze to the window. I was ready to fucking blow my cumall over that wall. There will be strange plants in Mrs. Evans? garden comespring. The black guy was still steadily fucking Susan from behind, calling hera dirty whore with obvious pleasure. It then occurred to me that Mrs. Evansalways used to be so loud while. The room was empty. I put my books away, then I stripped naked, just as Mistress Pam had said I had to. I put my skirt, blouse, bra and shoes in Mrs. King's desk, then crawled under it. I had to crawl in backwards so I could face her chair as she sat down. Then, I waited.I sat thinking of how wrong this was. I am naked under a teacher's desk, about to eat one of my teacher's pussies. It was so wrong, but exciting at the same time, but I knew it had to be done. I will not do anything to make. He pulled my arms back and he buried himself even deeper into my bowels.A almost passed out feeling too much anal pain; but he held me in position, stretching out my arms on my back. He started to pump my anus even harder; He was listening to my pleas for mercy.Samuel climbed up onto the bed and he put his hard cock just in front of my red lips; ordering me to lick it clean with my mouth.I engulfed it entirely, until I gagged on him.The anal pain was unbearable; but I felt totally excited about. 'Popi I do supper, that is my job and I must do it or you'll not want me no more, ' she said with mock seriousness.Playing her game, I said 'Well, that's true, you do have to pull you weight here and you haven't done much of your work the last two days. You've just laid in bed or the hammock; maybe the job is too much for a little girl like you. I should look for a real woman to help me here.'I guess I was a bit too serious looking because she looked panicked at what I said. I needed to fix it,.