Birnbaum’s class early, but after the past few days, I didn’t think that was the best idea. There were only ten minutes left in the period, so I d...ecided I’d go try and see Mr. Bryant again. I’d had a meeting with him already today. I tried to make it seem that I was having trouble with Mr. Birnbaum’s class, that way I could just claim an academic reason. It seemed simple, but Mr. Bryant had pestered me with questions, and then said he’d have to ‘get some information’ before he could give me an. I looked at Lisa sharply. She'd better be kidding! I didn't think she was, though."Lisa, is Sammi in danger? I need to know if she is; I won't let anyone hurt her. I promised!" I pulled Lisa's head over to look her in the eyes."She's not in any danger as you imagine it. Her main danger is from herself. She's got a lot to learn in a short time, and she has a lot farther to go than most of us. She has more responsibility, too. She may have a tough time," Lisa said, her eyes sad."Can we help her?. My fingers clamped lightly on his nipples, at first anyway. I soon noticed that the harder I pinched the faster Dwight fucked and god I loved it. When I started twisting them, he pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure. My thoughts were broken only momentarily when he growled, "You ready for my cum, slut?" I did my best to nod but I think he got the message because I felt his balls draw up tight and his thrusts. It’s not that I didn’t like my cousin, it’s just that his entire persona screamed underachiever. He’s the only person in this firm that clocked in wearing mandals and eclectic button-downs that he never buttoned. Don’t even get me started on the zipper that may as well just be an open flap and the untrimmed facial hair that announced to the world he’s either homeless or a refugee.He had a degree from the Thomas Jefferson School of Law, which is like saying he had a gold sticker from winning a.