By now we had both become so used to the prospect of an imminent demise that the sure and certain knowledge that we were going to die within minutes c...ame as something of a release. "Well on the squad we have a saying," Lizzie said pensively, "when you are two touchdowns behind in the fourth quarter, the only thing left to do is shake your booty and make 'em happy." The cheerleader pressed her body up against mine, her fingers reaching for my cock. I lifted her onto the desk and started. Com/stories/confessions-of-a-top-model-951257Part Two: Meeting Wayne’s Cyber Mistress(Please note the people mentioned in this story are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. This story contains explicit sexual descriptions and is aimed at the over 18’s by continuing reading you confirm you are over 18. No person or organisation has the right to copy this story to any other site)Wayne came into my bedroom again pulled up my nightie and running his fingers up my legs. I was about to pull back completely, but she kept hold of my hair and shook her head. "Uh-uh," she said, still panting, "You keep eating me, mon chère, you keep eating your bitch of a French teacher until I say stop, you won't regret." So continue to eat her out I did, being pushed down off her still hyper-sensitive clit to lap up the juices from her lips. Her hands moved to the top of my head and pushed me further and further down, until before I knew it my mouth was level with her tight. "We barely got out of there in time. Five more minutes and we were gonna be stuck there with nothing to do but stare at the walls until Mom or Dad came to get us. They probably would have wanted to separate us so we couldn't talk about it." Yeah, like that would have worked, sooner or later we'd have dozed off and then we could talk about anything we wanted." On top of that the cops and the FBI probably would have been tossing questions at us all day hoping we would start talking out of sheer.