” She said, her voice bubbly and excited.“You are welcome, Miss Johnson.” Thompson said.“Please, Mr. Thompson, call me Sarah.” She said.“O..., Sarah. I am glad it is working out. Stop by after your last period and we’ll talk.” He responded.“No problem.” Sarah said and bounced away towards her classroom, again her tight ass drawing his attention as she left.The afternoon dragged on as usual until a phone rang in Mr. Thompson’s office near the end of the last period. Hank Jackson’s plan had. I'm a front for their happy leaders-of-the-town lifestyle. I'm expected to be the dutiful daughter, and be a credit to the Jenkins name, and not embarrass them, and that's it. Love doesn't even factor into the equation."Ellie sighed. "OK. I suspected that might be the problem. Look, what I'm about to say is probably very unprofessional of me, but I know your parents. Everyone in town does. If they treat you like they treat other people, I'm not surprised you have a problem with them." I looked. I don't like that. I'm sort of a prude, I guess. I was comfortable here, and they took me back." They weren't mad because of the layout?" Laura asked. "I've heard of women being fired." Oh, I didn't wear this uniform, so they didn't care. It was a kind of generic uniform they got from a costume shop. Most I just wore pieces of it, anyway," she grinned, her infectious dimples piercing Laura's heart.Laura wanted her. She felt familiar pangs. But she was so tired from the marathon fucking with. He beat her really hard and made her buttocks and upper thighs shake as each blow fell. Then he paused to thrust two thick fingers into Frankie’s wetness. He held her like this by the hem of her dress, impaled, riding his fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy. It pushed Frankie over the edge. He felt her tightness gripping him, pulsing and her thighs quiver. He pushed his wrist up hard between her thighs and held it there. “Oh fuck yes!” Frankie moaned as her body locked. Her long legs.