”It was late morning when they joined the crowd. The dancers in their varied costumes made splashes of color as the moved and circled, some in time ...with the music, some not.Sophie remained close to him, her arm through his. Whenever he caught her eye she smiled. Roger thought of Sandrine and Mistress Heathcoate and his smile grew wider. His experience with women was limited but intense. Among other advice Roger found extremely rewarding, the women taught him to understand body language. Like. That car is really important. It's the only thing I own that means anything at all to me. You know how Jim is? He'll either wreck the car, throw my clutch or transmission out, or else put a rod through my oil pan. He's so hard on machinery that it seems like its wrong to even let him drive anything. My 'Vette' is not the kind of car he should be allowed to drive." He isn't that hard on cars. He's just been having a run of bad luck, that's all. It would mean a lot to both of us if you could see. She gave me a sultry, pouting look. I knew my conference period was ending soon. She should have been in English, but it was May of her senior year. No one in their right mind busted a senior for anything so close to graduation; the administration simply counted them present with a thankful heart and a blind eye.That I had written her pass after pass, excusing her from class and tardies, had not gone unnoticed. I dropped enough hints about her particular situation to let most of the staff. "Percy, I d-didn't MEAN to do---" FUCK YOU, BITCH!" he growled, as he forefully spread her legs and rammed his dong into her cunt. She had not yet lubricated, so she screamed in pain."GOOD!" he proclaimed, continuing to pump his erect rod in and out of his bitch. "You didn't have a problem taking his dick, did you?"She continued sobbing as he resumed the slapping of her face which she had earned by her whorish behavior.And now, Percival Abraham Blatter began to instruct:"Number One, you will.