Stanford, please stop," she requested, real tears now forming."Ms. Allen. Let's make this crystal clear. If you don't want to get suspended, you will ...do exactly as I tell you. Is that clear?" I don't understand?" she replied."You are a slut and I could use my very own personal cheerleader slut," I explained, as I unbuckled my belt."Please don't call me a slut," she whispered."But you are, aren't you? I will ask you again how many boys have plugged your cunt?" I asked, my pants falling to the. But there was also another factor. Some of that superior cock’s cum was still in her, and was now acting as a lubricant.As she bounced up and down on me, I could feel this foreign seed leaking down on me. As much as I wanted to hate it, I didn’t. I was enjoying whatever this was. Who was I? Three weeks ago, I was a shy, virgin, pop-punk listening, introverted, chubby kid who lived by himself, and now I had what was most likely the most strikingly sexy girl at the university riding my cock with. Brushes, check. I pulled out a draw and picked up the last thing, rubber cleaner. As I lifted it out of the draw my sweaty hands lost their grip and the can fell to the concrete ground and rolled under one of our work benches. Fucking A I said as I put down all my stuff and bent over to reach for the can. My hand felt centimeters away from it when the next thing I knew I felt Abe get ontop of me. At first I thought he was playing and I laughed and kicked him away. Next time however he got. I was wondering what the hell just happened. Then I opened the paper and was shocked to see it blank. I googled Wonkru. I found a myth on a few websites that told that it was the name given to the beholder of great powers, like the power to control people, be invisible, teleport, and all.I was shocked and thought why not check it. I said in my mind that I want to be invisible, so I stood in front of a mirror and couldn’t see myself. I was scared for a moment. Even the clothes I was wearing were.