She’d been my other regular dance partner since our lessons. Time alone together often included a little dancing.“Sure. We do it all the time. Jac...b might decide he just wants to watch us. As if Sophie would let that happen.”I told Rachel I wouldn’t be making it to lunch on Wednesday and she just grinned.“You’ll be making it in Ms. Levy’s classroom then,” she said. “Try to keep part of your mind on the task at hand, okay lover?” I moaned. Taking the task in hand was too tempting.“Jacob, come. As much as drowning had its appeal, a small part of me liked what was happening. I felt special, like my service to these women gave me purpose. It's as if I could finally be useful to women, and that gave me worth. Maybe if Lauren saw how good of a toilet I was, she would take me with her to college to serve as her toilet. Then, I could be with her again. Or, maybe I was going insane from the toxic shit inside of me. My thoughts were interrupted by a woman walking into my stall. She was a cute. Each time I could feel his warm cock slide out to its tip and then back deep inside of me. The book never mentioned how incredible this would feel.I could hear Bobby moaning softly. I know he could hear me. I couldn’t help it. I felt his cock begin to pulsate rapidly. His glans seemed to grow inside of me. I knew he would soon have his orgasm and shoot his load of semen inside of me.His body was shaking wildly. I slid harder and faster up and down on his cock.“What the hell are you kids. They are pulled up close to his shaft, close enough to be hitting my nose instead.He is now pushed as far down my throat as is humanly possible. I can feel his load rushing through his big vein, down my helpless, abused throat. Just when I thought he was finished, he clips the alligator clamproughly to my left nipple. As he did that, I felt his cum cannon fire a fresh volley down my throat. Apparently, I earned some kind treatment, at least momentarily. When I came to again, He had released my.