Getting into his car he drove home his mind already working and planning the finer details of his next job. He would continue to do so for the next we...ek, trailing his victim, analyzing him till he built a foolproof plan. Jimmy considered his job an art and himself an artist. He never wasted a bullet, never spilt more blood than was necessary, never killed more people than was required…yes he was in his own way an artist. The following Monday saw Jimmy up at the crack of dawn, getting quietly. "In the course of this short conversation I had gone from thinking thesports teacher was excellent boyfriend material to hopeless boyfriendmaterial.As they were lined up outside the school waiting to go in to theirclassrooms I noticed too that Amy and Rachel were getting a lot moreattention from the boys than they would normally do in the clothes Isent them to school in. Their makeup and French Maids' outfits meantthe boys couldn't take their eyes off them. My little girls had becomeobjects. Jess groaned loudly as Lana's slurping intensified, her fingers fucking her best friend's pussy with a constant, pounding rhythm. Then it came…an orgasm that stole Jess's breath away.Jess moaned loudly, a muffled sound of pleasure as Jake felt his cock stiffen, his own impending release ready to end in an explosion of seed. Jess felt her pussy gush in her friend's face. A torrent of sweet-smelling liquid rushed into Lana's mouth as she greedily lapped at the surge of fluid. 'Oh god!' Lana. ” “I was going to say, security will be coming and then the office is ours for an hour.” Jana nodded in comprehension and turned on her hoover, her pony tail bobbing. She smiled as she worked. The next ten minutes were the longest of Neil’s life. He clicked on his mouse in an attempt to keep some perspective and do some work, but it was futile. The numbers on his spread sheet jumped about randomly and all he could think about was Jana, bent over his desk. The security guy popped his head round.