Again Chloe pursed her lips in greeting. “The winner gets the lovely Sarah to sit on his lap for the duration of the game after that.”
“I’d rather she sat on my face,” chortled Charlie. Black porn —
A fortnight later, Chloe’s bank account had a lovely look to it, more noughts than she could ever have imagined possible. Her mouth was stretched and sore by the time she arrived at headmaster Bill Mason. Could it be that he realised? The black and white off-the-shoulder French Maid’s outfit clung to her braless bosom, chafing the attentive teats beneath, a ridge of material running from nipple to nipple as the material stretched tautly. Charlie took the game and Chloe made her way around the table. “Well don’t just stand around, get us beers, chop, chop,” Manning commanded. “Now I’m sure you realise only too well that the police would be much more interested in your affair with young Manning than an all adult orgy you willingly consented to.”
“Willingly consented to…?”
“The word of six pillars of society against that of a cheap slut…” Mason mused, enjoying the sense of power he held.
