” “What about last night, Mark, you passed out.” Concern painted Mary's face. “Well, I know I shouldn't fuck her again,” I said with a smile.... “It's not funny, Mark,” Mary heatedly said. “She's dangerous.” “You have her under control,” I reassured. “Everything will be fine.” Mary bit her lip. “Fine, I won't use the boon … for now.” Mary fell silent, biting her lip in worry, so I cranked the radio and let the music flow over me as I drove. By the time we reached Parkland, Mary had relaxed and. “You alright now?”She nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” She squeezed her arms a little. “Thanks, Will. I’m glad you didn’t let me just dwell on things.”“I’ve spent enough time doing that to know it’s not worth it,” he said.She tilted her head up, and he kissed her. It was a testing, tentative kiss on her end, as though checking to make sure nothing had changed. But everything was just as she remembered it, and she lost track of time for a moment as she reacquainted herself with every nook and cranny. I just stood there filling my panties with my own cum while he stared me down. Once I had finished, I wanted to bolt back to Mr. Brown's room, but I was frozen to the spot in fear. To my immense surprise, Mr. Baker didn't say a word to Mr. Brown, who had by then stood back up and was sitting on the desk beside Mr. Baker and rubbing his own crotch. Against my better judgement, I decided to stay where I was knowing I may never get another chance like this. Mr. Baker just sat on the desk beside. “We have some training to do boy, now, don’t we?”“Yes, Daddy, anytime.”“Anytime? Good to know. Remind me to tear your ass up one of these days in the bathroom stalls, you’d like that, won’t you? In college, one of the bathrooms, in risk of being caught. It would excite you, wouldn’t it?”“Yeah, Daddy, I want you to fuck me whenever and wherever you want.”“I will, boy, don’t you worry about that, I sure will.”He grabbed me by my neck and led me to the room. I loved him when he took control of me..