Don't ask me why I wanted to save it, but for some reason, I just felt the need to.Deciding we'd better get to class, Bobby and I headed toward Englis... class. I had to help Bobby a little because he seemed to be having problems walking. It was kind of hard keeping a grin off of my face, but I admit I was kind of proud, too.Walking into our English class, I saw Mr. Lange looking at us and shaking his head. He didn't even bother asking Bobby if he needed any relief. I don't think he saw what. Plllease Kinu ……fuck me like that vigorously…… fuck me with hard pushings……. Kinuuu….do hard…….fuck me hard and relieve my pussy from its hunger…….pour your long rod juice into my hot pussy deeply……..pour your rod juice to touch my womb” She ejaculated and my dick is drenched completely in her love juice. I fucked her vigorously for 20 minutes and poured my juice into her hot and wet pussy. We laid in the bath room for about 10 minutes.It was already bright morning. She was kissing me. What would I live on? I guess my parents could take me in for a while but that didn?t seem fun. More importantly, what would happen to my Master? We would have no more sessions and no more happy endings? There would be no more affection and no more talks? How would I get my life back together? I said ?He hasn?t harmed me.? The officer looked at me and said ?You were a prisoner here, right?? I lied. For the first time in several weeks I lied and it felt natural. I tell the truth to the one. " Thanks Joey. I'll meet you in the weight room after school," I said as I hurried away. I had a very good reason to not miss the beginning of sixth hour.Mrs. Johnson taught the Consumer Economics class I took that second semester. It wasn't until the third day sitting in her class that I ran across something interesting about her.I was browsing a few of my classmate's heads who I was not familiar with, when I suddenly felt a weak probe touch me. I instantly concentrated on my work, some how.