A twin bed stood against the far wall, barely leaving space for a desk under the window. She threw our clothes at the floor, an expanse of peach carpe...t already in use as a dumping ground for clothes and books. Her bed hadn’t been made and an old patchwork quilted spread hung off the bottom. The pink walls were bare except for a poster of Taylor Swift wearing red shoes and playing a red guitar, although what you really saw were Taylor’s long bare legs. The guitar covered the tops of her thighs. At the moment, he was handing out the prizes of tea towels for yesterday's minor accomplishments. Katherine ensured that all of her staff each received the tee-shirt prize at least once every three weeks, whether they had or had not accomplished anything special. It simply made them happy workers. Like an under-five's running race, everyone gets the same prize, no matter what the contestants accomplishments were.Katherine's first student entered the door for her to organise towards an. Within a short time later, Jeff added a second finger. When the second finger was added, Monty felt a dull pain and a burning sensation as his anal walls stretched outwards to accommodate the second finger. Jeff took his time, working both fingers slowly in and out of Monty’s extra tight ass. Feeling the time was just right, Jeff eased in a third finger. Monty yelled out as the third finger joined the other two. The fiery hot pain shot up his ass, straight into his head, exploding with a gut. "Desi! Are you satisfied that she left? Thanks to you!" I yelled at her.Desiree calmly put her book down and glared at me. "I did you a favor. That girl looks like a total slut." You don't even know Sandy." Ha! Sandy? There you go, a total slut name." She laughed.I felt my anger rise. "Why do you have to be such a bitch to me? I never interfere with your stupid boyfriends."She continued to laugh.I felt like shouting at her and then I just stopped. "Oh wait. Desi you've never even had a.