Her lips were a lovely shade of peach, requiring no embellishment. She might have been the most beautiful older woman Trevor had ever laid eyes on.She... looked up with a Cheshire grin as Angelica and Trevor approached the desk. One glance from the administrative assistant in gleaming fetishwear told him he was about to be witness to another spectacle. He was regretting his decision to escalate this already.“Hello, Madeline.”“Angelica! I mean, Professor Armstrong! What can I do for you this. Interesting why? She moved to the common yard too, trying to stay calm and not to show her interest in front of the other women. She didn’t want to become object of gossips and evil jokes. Despite all the women here were using the men for their pleasures each of them was in all the times ready to make scandal with her colleagues for such things. She entered the yard and approached the area covered with bodies of fainted men. She discovered the object of her interest and went to him. She knelt. The redheaded futa-administrator stood at the podium surrounded by us students. She waved her hands. “I know we're all excited for the big game.”“Go Rogers Futa-Rams!” whooped the cheerleaders. They all did high-kicks, flashing their lack of panties, their pussies on display for a brief instance. I knew them all. My mother was the cheer coach. “Yes, yes, I know we're all thrilled by our football team's victory on Saturday,” President McTaggart continued, “but we have four new students to select. ?That’s what I wanted. Delicious screams.? Seeing his cock out of the corner of her eye, she noted he was still rock hard. ?And a hard plaything for me for later. I love it!? Creful not to stray from the straight line, she continued dragging the blade over his skin. He shuddered beneath her dagger.When she reached the wrist joint on his left hand, she surveyed her work, her lips curling upward in a smile at her handiwork.?You’re an evil bitch.? ?You say that like it’s a bad thing,? she.