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Greg:

This place wasn’t as corrupt as it wanted to be. Greg just had to look in the right places, ask the right people. And he was so damn close, only to have in snatched away from him.

The Classroom and Graduate had been a dead end. Just college girls debasing themselves for money. He was sure the managers had been tipped off, and they wouldn’t be allowing him inside again. The bouncers had made that plenty clear. But the tip the Mactown teacher had given him was a good one. And he may not have the center of the operations, but he at least could recognize the faces of the men who went in the Classroom. He’d be paying them visits soon.

Gertrude Holland had been a tough nut to crack, but the jealousy was bleeding off her. She gave the tip up easily once Greg let slide, as subtly as he could, that he could probably get her husband. Greg didn’t have anything concrete, but Landon had heard Mr. Holland was paying teenagers for sexual favors. Prostitution might have been legal in this twisted place, but not even they were willing to legalize sex with minors.

She’d probably get in trouble, probably be ostracized from the school if her coworkers found out. Then again, if Greg did his job right, then she’d be spared the worst of it.

But who was he kidding. He didn’t care if she faced the consequences. She was just as guilty, if not more than the rest of them. And the hushed voices and downturned eyes told Greg he was scaring people. More than that he was seeing traces of shame and embarrassment. People were starting to throw others under the bus to make themselves look better. That was good, it meant Greg was a threat. Even if all it did was keep one underage girl from some old creep’s bed then Greg was convinced he was doing the right thing. And he could tell the women were starting to perk up. They’d rat out the men sooner or later. All it took was patience.

Greg was sure he and Landon save these enslaved and manipulated girls from this twisted place.

Elizabeth:

Elizabeth was on her back, naked, her father’s impressive and veiny organ hilt deep down her throat, Chris pumping in and out with force, watching his daughter’s throat stretch and accommodate for his manly organ as it poked out from inside. Her brother Tim was in her ass, ravishing her and coming close to his end. He was grunting like an animal, the sounds of their skin slapping and saliva and sex juices mixing. Lizi’s head was foggy, and not just because her dad kept restricting her airway. Tim was pounding ecstasy into her body repeatedly as powerful shocks pumping through her body. It made her skin tingle and her cheeks flush. She couldn’t help the grin spread across her face.

Tim’s hands were on her tits, greedily fondling the engorged milkers, even now leaking from her nipples. Her father had a hand on her throat and another on the back of her head. They were giving her demeaning insults and slurring at her body. Lizi knew normal girls shouldn’t enjoy the way her family spoke to her, and if she wasn’t being fucked, she might talk back. But she was being fucked, and she loved being demeaned. She couldn’t get any hornier so she accepted their words by petting her dad’s round stomach.

“Almost there,” Tim said. Lizi knew he was smiling, even if all she could see was her dad’s balls. “Almost breakfast time.”

Tim whipped his cock out and grabbed the deep bowl set aside on Lizi’s bed. Lizi whimpered at the emptiness she now felt, desperate to be filled up again, but knowing there was something better coming. Groaning in satisfaction Tim spasmed and splashed his heavy load of jizz into the bowl. Lizi could imagine it in her head. Her brother’s fat head spurting out the delicious white seed and she ground her legs together to stimulate her clit if only a little. She knew he’d be coming a lot. Filling the bowl an impressive amount. Men around here always came a lot, but even her brother and father’s usual loads seemed to have the average guy beat by a good measure. She didn’t ask, but she was certain their were taking supplements or something to achieve their impressive release.

But she didn’t care, she only cared about the result.

Not too soon after her father started grunting like Tim had. Relishing the last moment’s Lizi had of her father inside her, she embraced the sensation of her throat stretching and wrapping around his cock in every thrust. She imagined her throat widening and narrowing for his invasive member, tight around his skin. His head invading deep down her esophagus or poking up through her skin.

Before she knew it, Chris pulled out of her mouth and grabbed the bowl. Lizi was just in time to watch and she’d been right. Tim had filled the bowl almost halfway, and her father added to it generously. Lizi watched her father spasm and twitch as his dick spurted out the impressive load of man juice. He was panting and offered Lizi the bowl.

“Breakfast time sweetie,” her father said with a smile.

Lizi rolled out of bed and dropped to her knees. She couldn’t ever forget to be on her knees when slurping on her breakfast. She took the bowl and tipped the lip toward her open mouth. The ropey sticky juice slipped and dripped between her red lips. Again she couldn’t help the smile spread on her face, despite having an open mouth. Lizi relished the sweet saltiness fill her mouth as she guzzled down the seed she shared genes with. It was her favorite breakfast and she got it everyday, still not sick of it.

Everyday Lizi woke to her dad’s cockhead rubbing against her lips. Without even opening her eyes she always accepted his member and let him enjoy her mouth. Before long, her brother joined in and together served her their sperm.

Lizi licked the bowl clean and once all was down her gullet she flashed her brother and dad a cute smile and held the bowl up for them.

“All done,” she said sweetly.

“Good girl,” her father said with a wink. “Now her and get dressed, you’ll be late for the bus.”

Tim was practically already dressed and her dad was already out the door.

Lizi rushed to dress. She didn’t want to be late. The bus driver would wait, but he wouldn’t be happy, and an unhappy bus driver meant he’d be extra rough with her. Maybe even too rough.

Lizi threw on a red half-shirt so small the bottom hem stuck out leaving an airy gap straight for her enlarged breasts. She put on a tiny pair of grey booty shorts letting her ass cheeks hang open shamelessly, and a pair of thigh high black socks over flat shoes. She noticed her erect nipples were still poking from behind her shirt, still turned on from the morning fuck.

Trying not to focus too much on it she threw on her backpack on and hurried out the door.

Elizabeth wasn’t more than a minute late to the bus, but the driver was already shaking his leg impatiently. The commotion through the bus was loud and hectic and few people weren’t paying her any mind.

The bus driver was a tall and stocky man with a mane of red hair complete with a beard down to his chest. He was chewing on nicotine gum like he always did and leered Lizi down as she clambered on board.

She tucked a lock of hair behind her head. “Sorry Bob, I was ... um ... busy,” Lizi said.

“Come on hurry up,” he grumbled, gesturing to his groin.

“It’s still my turn?” Lizi asked hopefully.

“Won’t be if you keep us waiting,” he replied.

Lizi rushed next to him and whipped her shirt off. She giggled nervously as a small wave of whooping and hollering followed. Immediately, Lizi went to work, pulling the bus driver’s cock out of his pants and easing her mouth on his dick.

It wasn’t long before she was fully taking his entire length down her throat, abusing her gullet and pleasuring the large bus driver. He’d put his hand on the back of her head at stops and pump her up and down at his desired speed. Which was usually slow and deliberate, but he liked to keep her down on him for as long as she could hold her breath. He especially enjoyed this as kids would clamber on and watch Elizabeth’s chin rest on Bob’s balls.

Bob the bus driver went the rest of his route with Elizabeth throating him eagerly and obediently. By the time they reach the school he was reaching his limit. The whole bus started disembarking, slapping Lizi’s ass and calling her crude names as they passed by watching.

Lizi never understood why they had to be so mean. So she and her friends were a little more outward about sex than most of the other girls, it didn’t make them better than her. Plus they liked serving cock just as much as she did. And the boys always liked it. Sometimes she just thought they liked to be mean. Well, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was pleasuring whoever asked to use her and the sweet, sweet taste of semen.

Bob finished a little after the last of the kids got off, and ejaculated down Lizi’s expectant throat. She gulped it down, tears streaming down her face and holding her breath.

Finally, Bob settled back into his seat, breathing heavily. “Shit, the freshman really get sluttier and sluttier every year.”

“You liked it?” Lizi said, hope in her voice.

He chuckled, “Yeah baby. You can hop back on in a month or so.” He stroked her face and let her on her way after putting her shirt back on.

Pleased with herself, but frustrated she’d have to wait a whole month to try his dick inside her, Lizi rushed to her next ... appointment.

The lacrosse team liked to play with her before class some days. They had a whole roster of girls to pick from, and Lizi was so complimented when they slotted her. She was the only freshman that she knew of that they played with. She knew they probably had others, but she liked to convince herself she was special.

She met them under a staircase. She still hadn’t learned all their names. There was Brad, Greg, Kyle, Tyler, and at least twenty others she was still getting to know. She wondered if they remembered her name but was too scared of the answer to ask.

There wasn’t usually time for sex because there was so many of them. They’d strip her down to nothing, but her shoes and have their way. They all touched and kissed her however they wanted. The bigger guys liked to wrap her wrists together with their belts, and the captain, Brad, would choke and slap her while guys spit in her mouth.

Honestly, without sex Lizi thought they were a little too rough with her, but at the same time it was such an intense turn on she couldn’t help but let herself fall into it. Besides, they were all older than her and were all worked up whenever she walked by. She couldn’t reject them even if she wanted to. If she got them turned on, it just seemed cruel not to let them have that release, not to let them play out their fantasies with her.

Honestly, Lizi was convinced girls that didn’t give up their bodies were just selfish. All one had to do was look at how frustrated and desperate boys and men could look. It just wasn’t right.

She also hated leaving anyone out. She couldn’t help but think of all the guys who hadn’t fucked her yet. It didn’t seem fair. Especially if they just saw her walking by and didn’t get the chance to talk to her. That person would never get to use her like these guys used her, and that rubbed Lizi the wrong way. She knew how hot she was, and it had to be torture for some guys to think about their missed chances with her. So she liked to give everyone as many chances as possible.

Once the first warning bell rang Lizi got dressed again. By the time she was done the lacrosse players were gone with barely a goodbye. No one even helped her get dressed. She knew she shouldn’t be disappointed. They had to get going, and she was just a sex doll for them, and a freshman at that. It wouldn’t be right for her to get attached or offended. She just wished they were a little kinder.

Luckily her first period was with her English teacher, Mr. Chapman. He was super nice to her and gave her all kinds of compliments. And all the wrong ones to. If the kids had a mind, they could have easily gotten him fired in a day for all the lewd things he said to the girls in class. Lizi knew there were some girls who were uncomfortable with Mr. Chapman. So Lizi made sure to leave positive comments about him in comment boxes every chance she got. She’d already heard a few girls had made complaints over the years in the hopes of getting him fired.

Lizi wasn’t really worried though. If Mr. Chapman was going to get fired for the things he said, then all the teachers in school should get fired.

Lizi was walking in when everyone else was. Mr. Chapman caught her eye and smiled. He didn’t have as many wrinkles as other older guys, actually he was relatively healthy, but his head was balding and white and he seemed to zone out during class. And still, Lizi felt a tingle downstairs whenever he looked at her with that hungry gaze.

“Elizabeth you’re looking like a delectable little cake in those shorts,” Mr. Chapman said.

Lizi did a little bounce and all her curves jiggled. “Thanks, Mr. Chapman.”

“But why the shirt, I was getting used to the view,” he gesturing to her top which covered her cleavage.

Lizi giggled. “Oh, I just wanted the boys to use their imagination a little today.”

“Not just the boys I bet,” he said licking his lips and winking at her. He might zone out during class, but he was always laser focused when he was talking to his female students.

Lizi’s face burned, “Mr. Chapman, you don’t think older man are looking at me like that?”

“No, no, of course not,” he said with a smile that said otherwise. “But you couldn’t blame us. You’re practically begging for attention.”

Lizi gave a showy shake of her hair, “Strange old men trying to get with a little girl would be disgusting.”

“I agree, but I think you’re being a bit of a flirt.” Mr. Chapman smirked at her, “I should give you detention, not just for ignoring the dress code, you’re way too covered up after all. But maybe also for calling us old men disgusting.”

“Mr. Chapman,” Lizi pouted. “Don’t give me detention. I’m sorry I called you disgusting, but I wasn’t talking about you.”

Mr. Chapman stroked his chin, examining Lizi up and down, “I’ll tell you what, I won’t give you detention, and I won’t force you to change. But you have to come to my classroom during your lunch period. It’s next isn’t it. I have a free period around that time.”

Lizi’s skin crawled as Mr. Chapman leered at her. “Do I have to?” She didn’t want to miss lunch with her friends. But rules were rules.

“Yes, I think you have a lot to learn about us elderly.”

Lizi nodded and sheepishly went back to her desk. She didn’t like disappointing Mr. Chapman, she liked him. But she was obsessed by how he was gazing at her.

The rest of her day went by normally. At gym class she practiced her pole dancing with some of the freshman basketball players. She did such a good job Mrs. Calhoun sent her with the rest of the boys to the lockers early so they could release the tension that had built up. They were only supposed to use her visually, but they were uncontrollable by the end and were reaming her pussy out and cumming all over her body.

Lizi had to clean up quickly before lunch and as such left drying streaks in her hair. She wanted to get to Mr. Chapman’s classroom quickly, but the line was long, like it always was. Worse the cash registers up at the end were temperamental and could take a long time to work. She’d have to do something she enjoyed, but tried not to do too often.

She joined the line, chatting with some girls at the end but trying to catch the eye of the first boy up. It was a tall and lanky black boy she didn’t recognize. He wasn’t talking to anyone and was gazing into space randomly into the cafeteria. It wasn’t too long before she caught his eye. Before he could look away Lizi gave him her very best ‘fuck me eyes’ and licked her lips. He smiled, taking the hint, and reached over for her, pulling Lizi out of the conversation with the girls and up the line.

“Wasn’t expecting such a tasty piece of ass to show up in line,” he said. “You must need some attention.”

Lizi nodded, “Mhm, I was hoping you could use your big strong hands to message my slutty titties.”

His hand quickly and greedily went up her shirt and he began to fondle her tits.

A guy next to him turned upon hearing Lizi’s moans. He raised an eyebrow and tapped the tall boy on the shoulder.

“Hey man, when you’re done with her, do you mind sharing?”

“What? Oh, yeah. I mean go ahead, she’s got two tits, and a whole ass.” The tall boy laughed and moved Lizi between them. She was now five people up the line. And more heads were turning toward her. The men running the kitchen. Older boys in line. And jealous girls scowling at Lizi.

Lizi went up the line flirting with the boys. Touching them and laughing at their jokes was always helpful. But she had to let them put their hands up her shirt and down her shorts if she wanted to move up the line. A couple of wrestlers further up noticed Lizi feeling up some chess players and called over to have her sent down. Lizi was quickly able to go up the line as boys took their turns copping feels and fondling her. After the wrestlers some seniors Lizi recognized as part of band called for her to be moved up. She was up at the last quarter of the line within a couple of minutes.

Unfortunately, the cash register was being run by a women named Deborah. Lizi had been hoping for one of the male kitchen workers. She’d have to get the attention of one of them as they served the food. But that wouldn’t be too difficult.

A large portly man served her a stale piece of bread, the last item for her lunch. She batted her eyes at him, all while a tall senior was fondling her ass from behind.

He cleared his throat, “Can I help you miss.”

“You don’t mind if ... I just take this and go without paying, do you?” she teased her shirt up to the edge of her nipples, just shy of exposing them.

He raised a brow, “I could get in trouble.”

Lizi almost scoffed. They always said that. Instead, she bit her lip and said, “But you could get in trouble with me.” Then she finally brought her shirt up the last bit and fully exposed her underage chest to the old portly man.

He wasn’t the only one staring. The lunch ladies were trying to ignore Lizi, but the men were blatantly staring, slowing their work. There were some murmuring cheers from the students in line.

The man Lizi was pointedly exposing himself to nodded approvingly. “Better see more of that soon, slut. Or you’re going to be the one in trouble.”

Lizi let her shirt back down, with a bubbly, “Can’t wait,” and a kiss blown in his direction she scurried off with her lunch and out of the cafeteria.

She knew she probably shouldn’t have done that. Girls in this school were competitive enough. And using their bodies to get ahead was a good way to make enemies. Everyone did it to get good grades, that was expected if frowned upon. But using your body to get food was something girls at school were strongly opposed to. It was just seen as too frivolous. Some thought it was unfair and even ignorant to some of the less well-endowed girls. And the prudes just saw it as another way of making their lives more difficult, if expectations were moving more towards the extreme. It was just a line you didn’t cross and Lizi had been making a bad habit of it lately.

But Lizi didn’t care about the prudes, and she really did need to get through the line quickly. She didn’t want to make Mr. Chapman mad. She wondered what he’d do with her. She imagined he’d probably dress her up in some skimpy outfit and make her write lines on the board, probably touch her and graze those aged fingers along her skin. Maybe he’d smack her around, make her show him her body and do embarrassing dances, make her pay for implying that being with an old man was gross. She couldn’t help imagine him slipping his fingers into her mouth, making her gag and choke on his fingers. Or even sliding his digits up her young shaven cun, or god forbid he took real advantage of her, bending her over his desk, risking arrest and jail for a moment of sinking his manhood into her folds. Lizi caught her breath, her skin crawling at the thought, but not as unpleasantly as she would have liked. Lizi liked the attention, even if it was from an old man.

So, she packed her lunch into her bag planning on eating it at her third period.

When Lizi did walk in Mr. Chapman classroom she found him grading papers at his desk.

Mr. Chapman looked up and licked his lips, like he was a predator. “Finally.”

“You wanted to see me Mr. Chapman?” Lizi asked.

“Yes, close the door and come in.”

Lizi did.

“I think you’ve been teasing me too much lately Elizabeth.”

Lizi put a finger to her lips, “I’m sorry Mr. Chapman, you’re just such a good teacher. I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”

Mr. Chapman put a hand on Lizi’s bare ass cheek, spilling out of her shorts. “I think I’d like more of your appreciation.”

He pulled her closer and Elizabeth straddled Mr. Chapman and sat down on his lap so they were facing each other.

Mr. Chapman’s hands migrated over to Lizi’s ass cheeks, “I can’t have been that good a teacher for you to act like this.”

Lizi leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Maybe you need to punish me.” Lizi could smell his old man musk and it lit her fire brighter. She started moving her hips up and down on his lap. “I could really, really use some discipline.”

Mr. Chapman helped her dry humping by pulling on her ass cheeks. “Ugh, you’re a cheap little whore aren’t you?”

Lizi rubbed her tits on his chest, taking in his body. “I just want to show my appreciation. My parents are always telling me to be thankful for my teachers, and show them gratitude. I thought this is what they meant.”

“Of course, it’s what you thought. And you’re absolutely right,” Mr. Chapman smacked her across the face and Lizi groaned in satisfaction. “Female students should know how to best show their gratitude to their teachers.”

She could feel his erection quickly grow to full mast underneath her. His member was rubbing against her slit and she was quickly soaking. Mr. Chapman pulled her shirt off, exposing her chest, and dove for it. His teeth and lips greedily gnawed and slobbered on her erect nipples and Lizi squealed. She reached down to his pants and unleashed his member from his pants. He pushed her off aggressively and whipped her pants down, quickly followed by his. Her pussy was positively dripping. And Lizi was pleasantly surprised by the size of his throbbing meat sword.

Mr. Chapman took Lizi by her hair and pulled her back in so she was sitting on his lap. He unceremoniously popped his cock into her cunt and Lizi took a sharp inhale as his organ forced its way through hers. Lizi didn’t think it would happen so fast, she barely thought it would happen at all. Gossip said Mr. Chapman was one of the more careful teachers.

She groaned loudly when his manhood reached it’s zenith, just under her cervix. She leaned back, or would have if Mr. Chapman didn’t have her tight to him. They weren’t kissing, but their faces were less than inches from each other. Lizi could count ever mole and hair on his face.

“You’re a tasty little slut,” Mr. Chapman licked his lips. “Now I have to punish you for taking this long to offer yourself up to me.”

“Please yes, please yes, fuck me up Mr. Chapman, tear my pussy open, AHHHHH!”

Mr. Chapman did indeed start to fuck Elizabeth, and hard. He bounced her on his lap, using her full weight to slam down on him and shake her body. He gripped her hair tight and her face close to his, teasing the kisses between them but never giving them. Lizi pined for it as they humped. His cock was piercing her and stretching her cunt deliciously. It was sending painful tremors across her body so intense her bones were shaking. And her pussy was so hot and wet Mr. Chapman was positively swimming in ecstasy.

And in the middle of the screaming, cursing, and sloppy sex noises, the door opened.

“Mr. Chapman I just realized I forgot my ... Oh—oh my.” Mr. Church, a short middle aged man with a pointy beard, and unapologetically named despite his work as a paster, walked through the door midway through one of Lizi’s climaxes. “Oh, I see.”

“Oh shit, oh shit, Mr. Chapman stop, stop!” Lizi cried out.

But Mrs. Holland was also already walking in, “Ah, so that’s why you haven’t been answering my texts.”

She was a tall skinny woman too far beyond her years to work at a school like Mactown. But still she closed the door behind them.

“What the fuck?” Lizi cried out.

“Elizabeth!” Mr. Chapman slapped her across the face, “That’s no way for a girl your age to talk.”

“But Mr. Chapman—” she was cut short when he shoved her forward and spun her around.

Lizi’s vision spun, Mr. Church and Mrs. Holland with it as she was pointed toward the desk and bent over it.

She gave a soft “oh,” and felt her asshole split open as Mr. Chapman invaded her insides with his cock. Lizi tried not to look at the other two, but found her vision locked to them.

Lizi tried focusing on the two newcomers, and how strange it was for them both to be watching with such consent. Mr. Church was known as one of the prude teachers at the school. He never punished girls in public like the other teachers did and usually only gave them extra homework or called their parents. Rumors said Mrs. Chapman was informing police on girls who were the most promiscuous so they could be watched and followed. But no one really believed it.

But Lizi barely had time to think about Mr. Church and Mrs. Holland being there with Mr. Chapman enjoying himself with her body.

Lizi’s sphincter spread wide for Mr. Chapman’s thick member and the schoolteacher began pumping into the teenage girl’s backdoor, forcing the desk to shake underneath them.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Lizi said breathlessly. Her vision blurred with every thrust into her.

“That’s a good looking toy you have there,” Mr. Church said.

“I’m telling you Gabe, you’ve got to try her,” Mr. Chapman said. “She’s even better than I thought she’d be.”

Mr. Chapman punctuated his feelings with a couple of hard slaps to Lizi’s ass to which she screamed out for. He took a handful of her hair and pulled up so she was exposing her chest to them. Mrs. Holland was biting her nails and Mr. Church was massaging his crotch, staring at Lizi’s naked chest. Lizi could feel their gaze crawling up her skin like ants. Her pussy tingled and her orgasm was climbing.

“Oh, you’re pussy is tightening,” Mr. Chapman said. “You like being watched? You like having a little audience?” he smacked her ass again, “Answer me whore!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lizi laughed, almost cackling, “I love showing off. I wish everyone got to watch me all the time.”

Mr. Church had his cock out now, gently stroking it. Lizi couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was deliciously big. She couldn’t help but think how good the pain would feel if it was inside her.

“Oliver,” Mrs. Holland hissed, “You’re going to get caught this time. Why can’t any of you be careful, only thinking with your dicks.”

Mr. Church shook his head, “Jealousy’s an ugly color on you Gertrude. Why don’t you go, and do try to keep this quite.”

Mrs. Holland came up close to Lizi and slapped her bare tit. Lizi cried out at the abuse, her pussy tightening in response since it couldn’t get any wetter.

“Disgusting whore,” Mrs. Holland pet Lizi’s face and slapped her a few more times, some across her face. “I can’t believe how you girls act nowadays.” She pinched Lizi’s nipples and twisted. “All this generation can think about is sex and drugs and alcohol.”

Mrs. Holland wasn’t stopping and Lizi was panting and squealing.

Mrs. scowled at Lizi, “You’ve turned the men in this town into perverts and predators. They don’t even look at the older women anymore.”

Lizi couldn’t help but smile wide, “Jealous much?”

Mrs. Holland slapped her across the face.

“Come on Mrs. Holland, you’re enjoying it just as much,” Mr. Chapman said.

“You’re lucky I don’t report you to the superintendent,” Mrs. Holland replied. “You’ll get me the photos?”

Mr. Chapman nodded as he pumped into Lizi. She could hear the strain in his voice, “Yeah, and you can send me cash through the phone.”

He was picking up the pace and Lizi’s vision clouded again. The sensations shot through her spine again and again, and there was a buzzing in her head. Her heart pounded as the climax continued to bubble up from inside. She was close, so close.

“We can’t do it on the phone. They’ve been paying attention remember? It’s going to have to be cash.”

“Man, I haven’t pulled cash out in a while,” Mr. Church said.

But Lizi could barely hear him. Mr. Chapman was grunting like an angry animal and bucking into her like one to. He was close and so was she. Oh she wanted to cum with him so badly. It would be so intense, and so hot. She was so close, so, so close!

Then, “Fuck that’s a sexy looking face. Stick your tongue out Elizabeth.” Mr. Church slapped her across the face again. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to take Lizi out of her Zen. Her climax dwindled only slightly, and she obeyed his command, lolling her tongue out for him so he could touch it with his thumb. Then Mr. Chapman groaned and busted into her ass. Lizi pouted and whined as his searing hot seed painted her colon white and she missed her chance.