“I’ve already emailed the file so you can’t delete it now,” Emma said confidently. The two teachers looked at each other as they knew what the...y had done was sackable. The Headmistress had already sacked one teacher this term for dishing out too many strokes. Mr Hickson turned to Emma and asked with a sigh, “What do you want, Emma?” Emma kept a straight face as she replied, “I think the three of us should go to the Punishment Room.” “Why?” Mr Thornton demanded to know. “Obvious, I think,” Emma. I would be just one of several coworkers who were out sick. My boss didn’t like being shorthanded, but he did understand and was nice about the situation.I felt like shit for the rest of that day, so I slept as much as possible. The next two days were even worse, what with the vomiting and diarrhea. I felt feverish, but the thermometer said my temperature was normal. I really didn’t care what it said. I felt like I was burning up with fever, and that was all that really mattered to me. By the. I didn’t feel it was appropriate to take any liberties and Claire didn’t make any advances either. Then we went to a restaurant for dinner. Not a plush place requiring advance booking and costing a month’s worth of my savings, nor was it a place where the waiter asked if we wanted to go large on the fries, it was a quite cosy little Thai restaurant serving decent food at a reasonable price. Afterwards we went dancing at a club. I think I surprised Claire with some of my moves; having dancing. Choonki uski gaand thoda dhili the is liye mere lund ka topa uski gaand me ghus gaya. Mene apna lund bahar nikala aur phir ek jordaar shot diya. Wo jor se chikhi aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Boli nikalo me mar jaungi tumhe meri kasam he please nikaloooooooooooo. Aur wo rone lagi. Mera poora lund uski gand me ja chukka the phir me apna lund yuhi uski gand me phasa kar ruk gaya. Uska dard se bura haal tha boli ravi pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee nikalo agar tum mujhse pyar karte ho.