.."Mike raised his eyebrows before he spoke."Hmmm. That sounds like fun."I smiled at him but didn't say what I was thinking. You may not feel thesam...e way if I decide I need industrial strength cleanser and steel woolon your privates.I reached into my purse and pulled out the bra I had worn."And I'm sorry you spent so much money but this is going right in thetrash. It will only remind me of this night and I don't want to see itagain."I followed Mike into the bedroom and peeled off my tank top. It was like she had started before me. I was just getting going, and she was already having small contractions on my cock. These contractions were interfering with me getting a good rhythm established too. I finally got it buried in as deep as it could go, my hair tight up against her ass, and started moving in slow circles, my hands on her shoulders, pulling her in even tighter against my dick. From all of the sounds she was making, she liked this the best of all the things. I liked it, but it. If nothing else, Miss Epstein was bound and determined to teach the rascals something in an intellectual capacity before they left her sphere of influence, according to kids who had to suffer a day or two in the same detention room as the Bulls. She was steely in her determination, even if it meant having the bunch of them in the room with her five days a week, until the end of the school year. The mere prospect of enduring Miss Epstein's detention room for the foreseeable future was enough,. It took her a few seconds to grasp her situation, but quickly realized she could clamp down her teeth to stop the incoming member.Tim winced in pain as he grinded against Grace's teeth. "Ow! Fuck, Grace, that hurts!" Bitch, don't you DARE cause him pain!" Lindsey scolded, laying three hard spankings against Grace's tennis practice pants, which were thin spandex that merely radiated the discipline she was receiving."OOOOW!" screamed Grace, opening up her mouth to voice her pain, only to find it.