She was at her desk marking papers but Isabelle stopped writing as she noticed Aisha by the doorway."Oh hello Aisha, how are you?" Isabelle asked. Isa...belle then saw the 'spit' on Aisha's face."Oh my God, did someone spit on you?" Isabelle asked and sounded concerned."I don't want to talk about it," Aisha replied, scared of Shakira hearing her."Can you come closer?" Isabelle asked her. Aisha entered the classroom and approached the French teacher."Look, can I tell you when we are out of this. I wished that I never believed in love, that I never believed Johny, that I never put myself into this situation... but there I was, knowing I would be in much bigger trouble if the tape ever leaked to my parents. So I did as he said, completely exposing my pussy to him. I closed my eyes, knowing I can't stop him from raping me with that thing, praying he wouldn't shoved it inside my still dry pussy too hard."Open your eyes," he said. "I want you to watch when I'm doing it to you."I could hear. " I hoped he took the bait."Oh, that's sweet of you. Well, I love you baby, I just got up for some water and wanted to come say goodnight."He leaned down and kissed me again, this time lingering, and I was so utterly turned on feeling my husband's tongue in my mouth while our son lapped and suckled on my titty. My husband started to pull away, but I pulled his neck towards me and forced him to keep kissing me. He made a little sound of surprise in his throat, but I'd often been dominant in bed. Wearily she shook her head, "Guess not." "Where's your friend? Is she okay?" Marko asked. "Yeah, she's fine." She grimaced. The question put a bit of fire back into her. "Yeah, she's just fucking fine!" It put a lot of fire back into her. Marko arched his eyebrows up in mild shock. He looked back at Kirk slumped like road kill on the sofa. It looked like both he and Lena failed in their babysitting assignments. The poor woman looked completely spent and he still felt like hitting everyone else.