Please know that you always have a home here.”“Be careful. I take people pretty literally. You might not be able to get rid of me.”“Then we’...ll just tell the postman that you live here, too.” Alice grinned, “And, by the way, you get all the privileges that go along with being a hot female in this house.”Pam laughed, “Now, THAT I can handle.”Dave returned to the room with a tray with three glasses of wine. They each took a glass and waited for Owen to arrive.The knock on the door thirty minutes. I imagine both our fair skins rubbing against each other because my father’s side (White). Looking at Tiffany, I felt what most other boys must feel when they look at her: I’m so fucking horny right now. “Sorry I’m late girls,” Tiffany said out of breath, “had a long talk with Mr. Reynolds.” “He’s so hot,” Amy tells us, “you think he’s married?” “No ring,” I chime in, “but Amy, you’re only sixteen. What is he, like twenty-six, twenty-seven?” . Then, her hands went to my zipper, and she slid it down, unbuckling my pants, and shoving them down.She seemed surprised that I didn't have any undershorts on, and my dick flipped out at her face. She didn't stop until she had my pants, shoes and socks all the way off. Then, she kissed her way down my stomach, to where her chin came in contact with my cock. She looked down at it, and grasped it in both hands, working it back and forth for a few minutes. Then, she looked up at me, and with her. Mr Hodgkinson loves to hear the word Sir, especially from his female pupils."Good! Now sit down Brittany, I have some work for you to do."You sit down nervously, keeping your eyes on Mr Hodgkinson all the time, watching what he does, awaiting further instructions. After what seems like an eternity, he hands you a slip of paper with a sentence written on it in typed black ink."You will write this line Brittany, 200 times, 'I will learn to behave or I will be punished', but this is not an English.