As she walked into school, Mother Theresa knew everything was going to be different. Pat would definitely verbalize to her More now and she 'll embark on to fit in with the rest of the supporter. Life was good.

Teresa almost had a hop in her step as she walked to each form. She sat through class but could n't pay attention because Pat was on her mind the all meter.

Her class with Pat came and she sat where she always sat, diagonally from him. He would n't front 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 shimmer off-white harbour. You can be HI, 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 liaison with her and worked on his duty assignment. The relaxation of the form was very awkward for Teresa. Why did Pat change ?

The Vanessa Stephen rang and they both gathered their belongings and left. Teresa saw Pat in the hallway on the way to her side by side class and noticed he seemed fine. He was laughing and carrying on with his jock chum. Teresa rolled her eyes and went to class.

This class was not unlike the others in the sense that she could not focus. 'Did I do it wrong ? Is this a penalty ? Did he use me ? What did I do ?'Were some of the questions pounding at her. Senior yr now sucked. She asked the instructor if she could use the public convenience 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 readiness. 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 wrong ? Why are you being such a douche to me ? ``

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

A little tug hit Teresa in the chest of drawers. 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 bathroom and headed back to class.

'' Feeling better ? '' The teacher asked.

'' Much, '' she replied as she heard some giggles come out from the spinal column of the room. Her face turned undimmed pinko and she quickly took her bottom.

The end of class approached and she was thankful she only had one class left.

The last class ended as quickly as it had begun and now it was a piffling after three. Teresa 's heart raced as she went to her locker. She saw Pat but he did n't receipt her, he just laughed and carried on with his athletic supporter sidekick.

Theresa walked out the doorway of the school and got into her car. She was waiting on the jalopy to perish when she saw Pat walk out of the building with Maddie Cumberdale. They were holding hands and before she got into her Range Rover, they shared a candy kiss. Pat did n't seem to relieve oneself a big deal about it but she gave him a smile and a blinking before she shut the door.

Teresa could experience the tears build up in her eyes and she wanted to cry. She knew she could n't ever equate to Maddie. Maddie was 5'2 '' and maybe 110 Cypriot pound sopping wet. Her long blonde pilus flowed to right above her remarkable ass. Her legs were long and slender for a short girl. Her articulatio coxae were specialize, her stomach small-scale. Her breasts ? Do n't get me started. She had one of the fully grown racks in schooltime, some say it was paid for. Her neck opening was sexy, her face was aphrodisiacal, 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 note of cars moved and Teresa swung out of line when she saw her ally, Breiz, coming out of the school. She parked her car following to Britanny 's and Breiz looked over to see a frustrated Teresa.

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

'' Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu, what 's amiss ? '' Brittany aksed.

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

'' Umm, Wyrd. I guess they 've been going out for a span of weeks now. Why do you care ? ''

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

'' You ca n't assure me you like Pat, he 's a athletic supporter ! They 're pompous bastards ! You can do so much better ! '' Brittany yelled at her.

A meek, `` you do n't realise '' was all Mother Theresa could mutter as she turned around and got into her car. She left a exquisitely German mark of safe on the paving as she squalled her tires leaving.

Teresa could n't believe it. A twosome of hebdomad ? It was n't a dyad of weeks since she was at his theatre getting finger banged by him, Pat, the most gorgeous boy in schoolhouse, 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 system. Up the road there was a province trooper, even on bad days she could still be favourable 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 Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu. She just had to find a way to get even. She looked at her spotter, it was 3:35. There was plenty meter if she hurried.

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

'' Hunky, sexy male seeks black dong for foremost meter, '' was her post.

Surprisingly, she had gotten two answer. The number one was a man by the name of Carolus. He was 6'1 '' and 215 Egyptian pound, he was very hefty and he said he had a dong of nine inches. The second was a man by the public figure of Dante. Dante was 5'9 '' and 189 pound sterling. He was sinewy, but not as much as Charles VII.

With the right wing words, she somehow got both of them to agree to go to Pat 's planetary house at 4:15. She gave them the name and address and headed off to Pat 's lieu.

As she was driving, Teresa could n't stop smiling. revenge is sweet.

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

'' I 'm no-count for being a tool lately, '' he stated.

'' It 's all right Pat. ''

They walked inside.

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

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

'' Because I can get a picayune bizarre and I want you to control yourself, do n't involve it getting out of paw, '' she winked at him. She could see the front of his pants move a picayune and he swallowed hard.

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

'' Take off your clothes, '' she instructed him. He followed her rules of order and stripped down until he was standing naked in front line of her.

'' Lay on the bed, '' she said as she took the roofy from his hands. She tied all of his tree branch to his bedposts. When she was certainly he could n't affect she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his head teacher to ensure he could breath but could n't see.

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

'' Oh, zilch ... I 'll be right back, '' she told Pat.

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

As she left the mansion, a red Chrysler 200 pulled up. She made eye contact with the driver. He did n't face tat tall, it must have been Dante. 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 mordant man as she noted from his muscular arm hanging out of the driver 's windowpane. She smiled all the way home.

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'' Teresa, is that you ? '' Pat asked as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The footstep came closer until they stopped right-hand beside him.

'' Who the hell is Mother Theresa ? '' Dante asked, running a hired hand up Pat 's leg. Pat freaked out and judge to kick but he could n't, the forget me drug 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 minuscule grueling than pleasurable.

'' Stop ! '' Pat screamed.

'' Man, shut the fucking up ! '' Another man 's interpreter was heard coming in the front door. It was Charles.

Pat tried to bring out dislodge but he could n't.

'' You move, you die, gripe, '' Charles told Pat. Pat stayed still. Dante Alighieri removed the R-2 and flipped Pat on his belly and retied Pat to the posts.

'' Relax, '' said Dante, `` it 'll only suffer for a little bit, '' as he spread Pat 's asscheeks apart. Charles II 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 select it well-fixed on him. He fucked Pat in the ass with long, rich, hard fortuity. Pat cried out but Charles II slapped him in the back of the head 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 raving mad stallion.

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

'' spread out your damn oral cavity ! If you bite I swear you wo n't live to see tomorrow or wish you wo n't see tomorrow, pick your poison, '' Dante told Pat. Pat opened his mouth with crying streaming down his face.

Dante shoved his Brobdingnagian turncock down Pat 's throat. Pat was choking and could n't breathe, but that did n't block up Dante Alighieri. Charles Stuart seemed to think it was hot and he sped up his gait as well.

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

'' sup it, beef, '' Dante told Pat. Pat swallowed it all.

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

driving down the road, Dante saw a Range Rover coming at him with a sexy little blonde driving. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw her wrench into the driveway he just came out of .