"I fail to see the quantitative difference between a sandwhich maker using his talents to make a sandwich to specification and a cake maker using her talents to make a cake to specification."
She quickly pulled up her shorts and gave the jock an evil glare. Bam. Pantiee socked him right in the side of his head, which caused him to fall to the ground. Samantha ran from the room, desperately holding in her tears until she got inside the bathroom.
She sat on the toilet crying softly. Anger, lust and confusion overcame her. She couldnt help but imagine the evil jock screwing her right here in this bathroom. She couldnt help her fingers slip into her shorts and start to rub her wet pussy.
She felt a fire in her that she had never felt before.
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