“You’re moving his wood all around, making sure he splashes all of your melons. I know I said it before, but holy shit.
She took in a deep breath.
On the other hand, I could tell that she was just as stubborn as I was, so she wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“Give this wench all you’ve got, Dwight. If our teacher just told me not to give Dwight a blow job in this room all those years ago, I still would have done it, but would have been better prepared for the punishment.”
“Okay, but could you get dressed now? As I got closer to her, she shook more and more and backed away. What are you, twenty-nine, or thirty?”
“I’m twenty-seven actually, but what is it to you, and I ask my original question again, What the hell is going on in here?!”
I went back to her desk.
