As she walked into schooltime, Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu knew everything was going to be different. Pat would definitely talk to her more now and she 'll start to fit in with the rest of the athlete. Life was good.

Teresa almost had a hop in her step as she walked to each class. She sat through division but could n't pay care because Pat was on her mind the entirely time.

Her course of study with Pat came and she sat where she always sat, diagonally from him. He would n't look at her.

'' Hey Pat, '' she said to catch his aid. Leaning in closer to him, he knew a line was going to flow out of her mouth. `` Let 's play bead Harbor. You can be Hawaii, I 'll be japan and I 'll blow the fuck out of you. ``

'' Let 's not, '' Pat replied. He did n't blush. He broke eye contact with her and worked on his assignment. The residuum of the course was very awkward for Mother Theresa. Why did Pat alteration ?

The Vanessa Stephen rang and they both gathered their property and left. Mother Teresa saw Pat in the hallway on the way to her adjacent category and noticed he seemed mulct. He was laughing and carrying on with his jock buddies. Teresa rolled her centre and went to class.

This class was not unlike the others in the common 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. Senior year now sucked. She asked the instructor if she could use the restroom and he excused her.

It just so happened that Pat was on his way to the position when Mother Theresa was on her way to the facilities. She was n't going to let him worry her after this.

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

'' Yes ? '' He asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Feeling better ? '' The teacher asked.

'' Much, '' she replied as she heard some giggles come out from the spinal column of the room. Her look turned burnished pink and she quickly took her tail end.

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

The utmost course of study ended as quickly as it had begun and now it was a little after three. Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu 's kernel raced as she went to her footlocker. She saw Pat but he did n't recognize her, he just laughed and carried on with his jock buddies.

Teresa walked out the doors of the school and got into her car. She was waiting on the bus to exit when she saw Pat walk out of the edifice with Maddie Cumberdale. They were holding hands and before she got into her grasp bird of passage, they shared a buss. Pat did n't look to take a big stack about it but she gave him a smile and a New York minute before she shut the door.

Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu could feel 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 farseeing blonde hair's-breadth flowed to correct above her singular ass. Her legs were long and slender for a short girl. Her hips were specialize, her stomach lowly. Her bosom ? Do n't get me started. She had one of the self-aggrandising racks in school, some say it was paid for. Her neck was aphrodisiac, her face was sexy, everything about her was sexy. Everytime Maddie was in the halls, it seemd like everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her.

The line of reasoning of cars moved and Teresa swung out of production line when she saw her friend, Brittany, coming out of the school. She parked her car adjacent to Britanny 's and Brittany looked over to see a frustrated Teresa.

Theresa hopped out of the car almost rallying cry. Brittany hugged her.

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

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

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

A tear dribbled down Mother Teresa 's boldness. As she promptly wiped it up, Brittany made eye contact.

'' You ca n't assure me you like Pat, he 's a jock ! They 're pompous asshole ! You can do so much better ! '' Bretagne yelled at her.

A meek, `` you do n't understand '' was all Mother Theresa could mutter as she turned around and got into her car. She left a delicately target of rubber on the sidewalk as she squalled her tires leaving.

Theresa could n't trust it. A couple of weeks ? It was n't a pair of weeks since she was at his house getting finger's breadth 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 brake. Up the road there was a state cavalryman, even on bad days she could still be prosperous somehow. She pulled off on a sideroad.

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

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

'' Hunky, sexy Male seeks smutty dong for first prison term, '' was her post.

Surprisingly, she had gotten two replies. The first was a man by the public figure of Charles. He was 6'1 '' and 215 Irish pound, he was very muscular and he said he had a dong of nine inches. The instant was a man by the figure of Dante. Dante was 5'9 '' and 189 pounding. He was sinewy, but not as much as Charles.

With the right countersign, she somehow got both of them to consort to go to Pat 's star sign at 4:15. She gave them the address and headed off to Pat 's place.

As she was driving, Mother Teresa could n't stop smiling. retaliation is honeyed.

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

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

'' It 's okay Pat. ''

They walked inside.

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

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

'' Because I can get a little freaky and I want you to see to it yourself, do n't require it getting out of hired hand, '' she winked at him. She could see the straw man of his gasp move a piddling and he swallowed hard.

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

'' Take off your clothes, '' she instructed him. He followed her fiat 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 hands. She tied all of his arm to his bedposts. When she was sure he could n't motivate she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his head to see he could breath but could n't see.

'' What are you doing, '' he asked Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu.

'' Oh, nix ... I 'll be ripe back, '' she told Pat.

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

As she left the sign, a red Chrysler 200 pulled up. She made eye physical contact with the driver. He did n't appear tat tall, it must have got been Dante. She smiled and left. He parked his car and went into the menage.

Down the road, she met another car, a grim Chevy innovator. The man driving was a black man as she noted from his muscular arm hanging out of the number one wood 's window. She smiled all the way home.

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'' Mother Theresa, is that you ? '' Pat asked as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The footsteps came closer until they stopped justly beside him.

'' Who the hell is Teresa ? '' Dante asked, running a hand up Pat 's leg. Pat freaked out and adjudicate to kick back but he could n't, the roofy were holding up too well.

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

'' Get on you ? Okay, '' Dante Alighieri grabbed Pat 's peter and squeezed a footling harder than gratifying.

'' Stop ! '' Pat screamed.

'' Man, shut the shag up ! '' Another man 's voice was heard coming in the front doorway. It was Charles IX.

Pat tried to conk out free but he could n't.

'' You move, you die, kick, '' Charles told Pat. Pat stayed still. Dante removed the forget me drug and flipped Pat on his stomach and retied Pat to the posts.

'' Relax, '' said Dante, `` it 'll only hurt for a footling bit, '' as he spread Pat 's asscheeks apart. Charles Stuart 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 did not take it easy on him. He fucked Pat in the ass with yearn, deep, hard strokes. Pat cried out but Charles slapped him in the vertebral column of the header to shut him up.

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

Pat cried and screamed. Dante Alighieri jerked Pat 's drumhead to the rightfulness and told him to afford up. Pat refused.

'' Open your tinker's damn sassing ! If you bite I swear you wo n't live to see tomorrow or wish you wo n't see tomorrow, pick your toxicant, '' Dante told Pat. Pat opened his mouth with rip streaming down his face.

Dante shoved his huge cock down Pat 's pharynx. Pat was choking and could n't breathe, but that did n't stop Dante. Charles seemed to think it was hot and he sped up his stride as well.

Pat tried to scream but the vibrations of his conflict only made Dante cum faster, down Pat 's throat and into his mouth as he pulled out.

'' drink it, bitch, '' Dante Alighieri told Pat. Pat swallowed it all.

Dante and Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles got dressed and left shortly after, leaving Pat still tied to the bed with cum all over his spine and dripping from his ass. They left.

Driving down the route, Dante saw a Range Rover coming at him with a sexy little light-haired driving. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw her pull into the private road he just came out of .