But at this moment their was dead silence as everyone had watched this full figured young white woman, horribly abused and well fucked in front of the...ir very eyes and on the end of this gigantic black rod, and were now wondering what was going to happen next?……….. This bare chested bisexual woman with the dyed red hair said to Deanna, suck him good and make me proud, you little white whore! Apparently a similar thing had happened to her, and was how she had interviewed for the job and had been. Finally, she stood outside the door of room 222, a room that was located at the far end of the building on the second floor.Taking a deep breath to chase away the nerves, she reached for the doorknob to enter. Room 222 was unlike any classroom she had ever seen. Instead of being furnished with desks or tables and chairs, soft sofas lined the edges of the modest sized carpeted room.Allison was the first one there, except for a young sandy blond-haired guy with amazing green eyes who sat in the. "I grinned at her. "Does that include the sales tax?"She suddenly looked flustered. "Oh. I guess not. I suppose you should include... uh..." One hundred and eight," Dee said matter-of-factly, and when I turned to stare at her she explained. "Eight percent in Illinois. Well... $107.76. Just round up to One-Oh-Eight. Plus the $1,347 is $1,455." She got up and started clearing the dishes."Do YOU know what she wants?" I asked her.She blinked at me. "Well... no. I was just trying to help with the. “Why is that?” I asked. “Only a bad girl would play with her pussy, while spying on me. Not to mention, what you did in the park,” his silky voice teased. “So…I did get busted,” I laughed. “I would say you did, such a naughty, little slut. I should come over there and spank you,” he said, voice husky. “What’s stopping you?” I taunted. In the background, I could barely hear the unmistakable sounds of a cock being stroked. He must have been super aroused to be stroking that hard all ready..