After I recovered, I promised myself I would be a good futa for the rest of the day. Not give in to the temptation. Tomorrow, there would be plenty of... time for that. I just had to concentrate on my work. I didn't leave my office for the rest of the day.I thought I was being a good futa.But after classes were over, I heard a knock on my door. I answered it to find Salome and Paloma there. They both had big grins and a wicked gleam in their eyes. They were a cute, Hispanic couple. They had some. She’s nineteen. She goes over to your place often enough,” said Stacey. “Yeah, if you consider a few hours a month, usually a Saturday morning, enough,” he said. “Last time she had that kid with her, Chester.” “Yes, Chester. He’s her boyfriend. She at that age, David. So, stop fretting. Heck, we don’t see that much of her either. She sleeps at the house, well . . . “ “Stacey?” I said. “She sleeps over at her friends’ places sometimes. It does concern Ronald, and just like you, he’s overly. Then Diana and the kids entered.“You are up,” she said.“Yes!” I said.But that was all I could say. Because a second later Michael interrupted me by telling me what a great day he had, and that principle Max had called to tell him that everything at school will be okay. And that he will join them at the Water Land next time, and so on. I looked at Diana who uncomfortably tried to explain that she spoke to Max about Michael yesterday and that he promised that he would take care of it. And today. He could see I was getting into a pickle so he helped in his usual manner and tore the garment from me and tossed it over my head onto the back seat, now a rag, like my panties, ripped and devoid of any further use.His sexual approach was tinged with v******e, he fucked me for his own pleasure, ramming hard into me, his finger all the way up my backside, twisting and turning, at one point he asked me if I was enjoying it, he was rubbing his cock from inside my ass, in a similar way as described.