As she walked into school, Theresa knew everything was going to be different. Pat would definitely talk to her more now and she 'll get going to fit in with the rest of the jocks. life sentence was good.

Teresa almost had a hop in her gradation as she walked to each class. She sat through social class but could n't pay attention because Pat was on her mind the unit time.

Her class with Pat came and she sat where she always sat, diagonally from him. He would n't expect at her.

'' Hey Pat, '' she said to catch his attention. Leaning in finisher to him, he knew a line was going to feed out of her mouth. `` Let 's play Pearl harbor. You can be Hawaii, I 'll be Japan and I 'll gas the roll in the hay out of you. ``

'' Let 's not, '' Pat replied. He did n't redden. He broke eye striking with her and worked on his assignment. The rest of the grade was very awkward for Teresa. Why did Pat change ?

The bell rang and they both gathered their belongings and left. Teresa saw Pat in the hallway on the way to her next class and noticed he seemed fine. He was laughing and carrying on with his athlete buddies. Mother Teresa rolled her eyes and went to class.

This family was not unlike the others in the sense that she could not focus. 'Did I do it wrong ? Is this a punishment ? Did he use me ? What did I do ?'Were some of the questions pounding at her. elder year now sucked. She asked the teacher if she could use the restroom and he excused her.

It just so happened that Pat was on his way to the office when Teresa was on her way to the facilities. She was n't going to let him vex her after this.

'' Pat ! '' She called out to him. He stopped and looked at her.

'' Yes ? '' He asked.

'' What 's unseasonable ? Why are you being such a douche to me ? ``

'' I..uh ... did n't notice ? '' There was a shortly pause. `` How about I make it up to you ? How about you come to my firm at four tonight ? ``

A piddling tug hit Teresa in the bureau. She liked him, no matter how big of a douche he was.

'' Sure, I 'll be there, '' she responded and the two walked away. She went to the john and headed back to class.

'' Feeling better ? '' The teacher asked.

'' Much, '' she replied as she heard some giggles come out from the backrest of the room. Her grimace turned brilliantly pink and she quickly took her seat.

The end of class approached and she was thankful she only had one socio-economic class left field.

The last grade ended as quickly as it had begun and now it was a fiddling after three. Mother Theresa 's affection raced as she went to her footlocker. She saw Pat but he did n't acknowledge her, he just laughed and carried on with his jock brother.

Teresa walked out the doors of the school and got into her car. She was waiting on the busses to conk when she saw Pat walk out of the building with Maddie Cumberdale. They were holding hand and before she got into her Range Rover, they shared a kiss. Pat did n't seem to prepare a big raft about it but she gave him a smile and a wink before she shut the door.

Teresa could palpate the tears build up in her eyes and she wanted to cry. She knew she could n't ever compare to Maddie. Maddie was 5'2 '' and maybe 110 pounds sopping wet. Her farsighted blond hair flowed to right above her remarkable ass. Her legs were longsighted and slender for a short circuit girl. Her hips were narrow, her venter small. Her knocker ? Do n't get me started. She had one of the biggest racks in school, some say it was paid for. Her neck was aphrodisiacal, her face was sexy, everything about her was aphrodisiac. Everytime Maddie was in the halls, it seemd like everyone stopped what they were doing to wait at her.

The line of cars moved and Teresa swung out of stock when she saw her Friend, Bretagne, coming out of the schooltime. She parked her car next to Britanny 's and Brittany looked over to see a bilk Teresa.

Teresa hopped out of the car almost crying. Brittany hugged her.

'' Teresa, what 's awry ? '' Brittany aksed.

'' What 's the hand with Pat and Maddie ? ``

'' Umm, weird. I guess they 've been going out for a couple of workweek now. Why do you care ? ''

A split dribbled down Teresa 's cheek. As she promptly wiped it up, Bretagne made eye contact.

'' You ca n't tell me you like Pat, he 's a jock ! They 're pontifical bastards ! You can do so much intimately ! '' Brittany yelled at her.

A meek, `` you do n't sympathise '' was all Theresa could maunder as she turned around and got into her car. She left a very well mark of rubber on the pavement as she squalled her tires leaving.

Mother Teresa could n't believe it. A duo of weeks ? It was n't a dyad of weeks since she was at his family getting finger banged by him, Pat, the most gorgeous boy in school, the one who has a girl, the one that 's too good for her.

She looked down at her speedometer. She was going 80 in a 55. She slammed on her brakes. Up the road there was a land trooper, even on bad days she could still be lucky somehow. She pulled off on a sideroad.

She parked her car on the side and ran to the ditch. She vomitted as she thought about Pat and Maddie. Pat used Teresa. She just had to find a way to get even. She looked at her watch, it was 3:35. There was sufficiency time if she hurried.

Teresa climbed into her car and raced towards her family. She got there in less than five minutes. She ran to the computer and posted an ad online.

'' Hunky, aphrodisiacal male seeks bootleg dong for starting time time, '' was her post.

Surprisingly, she had gotten two response. The commencement was a man by the gens of Charles. He was 6'1 '' and 215 pounds, he was very brawny and he said he had a dong of nine inches. The instant was a man by the name of Dante. Dante was 5'9 '' and 189 Syrian pound. He was muscular, but not as much as Charles.

With the right words, she somehow got both of them to hold to go to Pat 's theater at 4:15. She gave them the address and headed off to Pat 's place.

As she was driving, Teresa could n't terminate smiling. retaliation is sweet.

She pulled into his driveway at exactly four o'clock. Pat greeted her with a hug and a buss on the cheek.

'' I 'm sorry for being a tool lately, '' he stated.

'' It 's O.K. Pat. ''

They walked inside.

'' Hey Pat, do you have any rope ? '' She asked with a little gleam in her eye.

'' There should be some in the garage, why ? '' He asked.

'' Because I can get a little eccentric and I want you to verify yourself, do n't need it getting out of hand, '' she winked at him. She could see the front of his pants move a little and he swallowed hard.

'' Oh, okay, '' he replied as he went to the service department. When he came back, he found his bedroom door open with Teresa sitting on his bed wearing only a aphrodisiac matching lace bra and panty set. He swallowed hard again but he could n't control his hard-on that she had given him.

'' Take off your dress, '' she instructed him. He followed her orders and stripped down until he was standing naked in front of her.

'' Lay on the bed, '' she said as she took the forget me drug from his manpower. She tied all of his limbs to his bedposts. When she was certainly he could n't move she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his head to ensure he could breath but could n't see.

'' What are you doing, '' he asked Teresa.

'' Oh, nothing ... I 'll be good back, '' she told Pat.

She left the room with no design of coming back. It was 4:13. She had to get out of there.

As she left the house, a red Chrysler 200 pulled up. She made eye link with the driver. He did n't seem tat tall, it must have been Dante Alighieri. She smiled and left. He parked his car and went into the house.

Down the road, she met another car, a black Chevy trailblazer. The man drive was a Negro man as she noted from his brawny arm hanging out of the driver 's window. She smiled all the way nursing home.

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'' Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu, is that you ? '' Pat asked as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The footsteps came closer until they stopped right beside him.

'' Who the hell is Theresa ? '' Dante Alighieri asked, running a hand up Pat 's leg. Pat freaked out and tried to kick but he could n't, the circle were holding up too well.

'' Get the fuck off me ! '' Pat yelled at the man.

'' Get on you ? Okay, '' Dante grabbed Pat 's dick and squeezed a little intemperately than pleasurable.

'' Stop ! '' Pat screamed.

'' Man, shut the fuck up ! '' Another man 's voice was heard coming in the face threshold. It was Charles.

Pat tried to break up free but he could n't.

'' You move, you die, bitch, '' Charles told Pat. Pat stayed still. Dante Alighieri removed the rope and flipped Pat on his stomach and retied Pat to the military post.

'' Relax, '' said Dante, `` it 'll only injure for a little bit, '' as he spread Pat 's asscheeks apart. Charles reached under Pat and grabbed his dick.

Pat cried to himself as the two men were controlling him. On about his twentieth sob, he felt something long and hard enter his ass. Dante Alighieri did not take it light on him. He fucked Pat in the ass with long, deep, voiceless diagonal. Pat cried out but Charles slapped him in the spinal column of the head to exclude him up.

Dante finished inside Pat 's ass and pulled out, leaving a lead that he then wiped on Pat 's back. Charles the Great mounted Pat and rode him like he was breaking a groundless stallion.

Pat cried and screamed. Dante jerked Pat 's head to the right and told him to open up. Pat refused.

'' give your shucks oral fissure ! If you bite I swear you wo n't inhabit to see tomorrow or care you wo n't see tomorrow, pick your poison, '' Dante Alighieri told Pat. Pat opened his oral cavity with tears streaming down his face.

Dante Alighieri shoved his huge cock down Pat 's throat. Pat was choking and could n't respire, but that did n't quit Dante. Charles seemed to think it was hot and he sped up his pace as well.

Pat tried to call but the shaking of his struggle only made Dante Alighieri cum faster, down Pat 's throat and into his mouth as he pulled out.

'' Swallow it, squawk, '' Dante told Pat. Pat swallowed it all.

Dante Alighieri and Charles II got dressed and left shortly after, leaving Pat still tied to the bed with cum all over his dorsum and drippage from his ass. They left.

drive down the road, Dante Alighieri saw a Range bird of passage coming at him with a aphrodisiac picayune blonde driving. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw her twist into the driveway he just came out of .