“Anyways, as I was saying earlier, you totally missed it. We were shotgunning beers before class!” Donny says as we walk into English. Class is packed and only two seats are available, which oddly happen to be right next to each other. Donny and I take them. A girl in sweats and a hoodie walks in behind us and stands awkwardly at the door looking for a seat. She’s got the sleeves torn off showing off her slightly ripped arms, not ripped in a bulky way but an athletic kind of ripped. She’s actually not bad looking, kind of hot Hairy in a tomboyish way. Her short dark brown hair is buzzed on one side, giving her that steampunk kind of look. Looks good on her. She scans the room looking for masturbation an available seat until her eyes indian meet mine. Her eyes go wide as she recognizes me, then quickly looks away as her dark caramel colored face glows with a red hue. She looks Solo familiar. Really familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. “Anyways, we’re going to do it again tomorrow morning! Who am I kidding, we’ll probably do it tonight too,” Donny continues, but I don’t even remember what we were talking about. Her bright green eyes flick back up to mine and quickly dart away as she shifts uncomfortably. Ding! “Ah, shit!” Donny says after hearing the sound of the second bell and quickly gets up. “I’m late for math class!” The class erupts into laughter as Donny rushes out of class. The amateur brown-haired tomboy quickly grabs the seat next to me as a sense of relief takes over her. She glances back at me and I offer her a smile. “Hey, you must be new here, I’m…” “Dave Marshall… I know who you are…” she says rather coldly as she looks away. Around Thanksgiving, Nick told me how Joy asked her mom how to give oral sex. Greg said she went against his wishes and got trapped into a group enslavement that she has lost herself to drugs and prostitution. She made no objections as Michael continued to do this, slowly facefucking her. She said Sir can I really go home to my Daddy? Anita looked down at the floor and nodded. again he started pushing against my pussy, opening me up slowly. “Good, get on top of me.” I did as he asked. Rekha was already gloating hearing the praises. Then I joined him with a glass of a wine from a bottle I had open. She has been programmed to obey. I spotted a pair of Hispanic beauties giggling as they stared at the same phone. They are both getting what indian what I am telling them and start to perk up. I rocked masturbation my head from side to side, as her lips followed mine. “Maybe, if you do a really good job pleasing us, we'll allow you to jack off for our entertainment. Interestingly, she eventually had a total of at least six children, never married and after her brothers left and got themselves killed amateur in one or another of the constant small wars of the time, or got ‘saved’ as members Solo of the clergy, and her sisters a lovely and sexually able lot that got themselves their own Hairy husbands, she became the Mistress of this Manor, but this was long after I was gone. “I’m not expecting you to do that.”