" She whispered to to no-one in particular, but imagining Him sitting right there. Right now. "I always want to tear into You when I see You wearing ...these.” She smiled wickedly as she took out His glasses. The ear pieces to the glasses fell open as her fingers began to unfold them. Licking one end then moving it down across her throat then her collar bone she leaned back further in her Master’s chair. She felt a frisson of uncertainty - should she even be in this chair? What would He say if. Tonys cock was pretty wide, and she tried to adjust her mouth as best as she could to accommodate him. He managed to get a good five inches in before pulling almost completely out then thrusting back down her throat. Tony kept holding her head in place and he slowly fucked her mouth and throat. Milas view consisted of watching Tonys pubic area get closer then pull back as his cock went down her throat. Mmm, your mouth is great. No wonder you got promoted, bitch!, Tony laughed. Mila knew that. It wasn’t his money. The roulette dealer exchanged a black chip for the hundred dollar bill.Watching the dealer replace his hundred dollar bill with a single black chip, Oscar asked, “What did you do?”“I put a hundred dollar chip on your number, sir,” the dealer answered.“Oh,” Oscar said. He watched the dealer toss the little ball into the wheel. It went around and around ten times before it fell onto the wheel. It bounced around for a second and then settled into the slot numbered 26.Raising. The Thursday class was the best one of the three. They were graduating this year, with many of them looking for a place in the world. They asked good questions with a couple of the students really into the Nimule refugee camp part of the trip.Where I had fast tracked some of the pictures in the other classes, Robin Parsons and Phil Jameson wanted to see each one and have me describe every one.They were even asking questions after the bell with all the other students gone. It was a good thing.