Soon the teachers, the principal, and finally her mother would find out about it. She would have to transfer schools. And she was in her senior year! ...The horror of being found out, of having her reputation dragged through the mud and laughed at nearly made her faint. She heard the bell. For a moment Betty thought of gathering up her books and just running out the hall into the street. She would never go back to school again. She would rather die than having everyone sneering and laughing at. And with command her release came swiftly, flooding her hand with her own fluids. He could see how her pussy pulsed with each wave of her climax. He grunted and came, losing control as his seed shot from his cock in a long stream to land upon is stomach and her leg. She lay upon the bed spent, the dildo still buried inside of her, sweat glistening on her skin. She was so erotic looking. ‘Jas?’ ‘Hmmm?’ ‘Can you untie me?’ ‘Hmmm, in a minute.’ ‘Jasmine! Untie me. Now!’ ‘Ok … can’t I get a minute. "I have to go" she said in a hurry, bolting for her shoes and coat.I didn't stop her, and said nothing as she ran out the door. I picked up her bra and threw it in my closet just in case Emily stopped by later. I figured I wouldn't see Cagney again. "Maybe I went too fast?" I thought to myself.The next morning I was up early taking care of a few things before breakfast. I was just about to leave the house and get some breakfast downtown when the phone rang. It was Cagney."I left my bra at your. We each took 3 good hits off the pipe and I was feeling nicely buzzed. We finished our coffee and Carla said, let's go inside and watch something on TV.We went into the living room and I sat down on one end of the couch, while Carla took the opposite end. She turned on the TV, and put on a music documentary. Feeling buzzed and a bit horny, I offered to give her a foot massage. She practically jumped with joy when I offered. She quickly turned so both of her feet were in my lap. I wasn't.