She felt like screaming out but knew that wouldn’t stop them. They always liked to bug her never giving her anytime to really think about life. Why ...were they still lurking about in the dark corners of her mind? Why had they not left her? It was them that had convinced her at the beginning of the week that the only way out was through death. Her thoughts wandered back to the knife sitting in her bottom desk drawer. No one knew about it and that’s the way she wanted to keep it. She rubbed her arm. Listening to his litany of lewdness, she felt deeply humiliated and that was the magic ingredient she so desperately needed to stir up her honey pot into a boiling puddle of pussy pudding ready to erupt at any moment. His obscene words hit her right in the gut and she loved the way his vulgarity made her feel deep down in her soul. Linda only had one thought at that time. It was that Matt the sexual powerhouse and magician of orgasmic delight needed a new partner and that there was none better. “Thank Claire. Her scheme all along.”“Scheme,” I repeated. “You make it sound so wicked, Rita.”“Isn’t it just a little bit?” She locked lips with me, opening her mouth for another wonderful French kiss that seemed to last for hours. I let myself get lost in it, reveling in her tongue intertwined with mine, her breasts pressed against me, and her hips humping me, rubbing her pussy on my still recovering cock.I pulled back with sudden insight into her desire to join me, and her continued caresses. " Then say it, you stupid bitch. Beg him. Earn his cum. Come on." Please cum on my face. I need this. Cum on my worthless whore face. Mark it with your seed. Make me feel like a cheap street hooker. Humiliate me. Own me. Own this stupid, useless, bimbo slut. Put my good for nothing body into some good use." Yeah bitch, you are one hell of a natural. We are going to have so much fun with you, you worthless cunt. Honey, I think finally she deserves your cum. Coat her face with thick, hot, white.