As she walked into school, 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 jocks. Life was good.

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

Her class with Pat came and she sat where she always sat, diagonally from him. He would n't bet at her.

'' Hey Pat, '' she said to pick up his attention. Leaning in finisher to him, he knew a strain was going to feed out of her mouth. `` Let 's gaming drop haven. 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 liaison with her and worked on his assignment. The rest of the social class was very awkward for Teresa. Why did Pat change ?

The bell rang and they both gathered their belongings and left. Teresa saw Pat in the hallway on the way to her future class and noticed he seemed all right. He was laughing and carrying on with his jock buddy. Teresa rolled her centre and went to class.

This grade was not unlike the others in the horse sense that she could not focus. 'Did I do it wrong ? Is this a penalisation ? Did he use me ? What did I do ?'Were some of the head pounding at her. fourth-year twelvemonth now sucked. She asked the teacher if she could use the restroom and he excused her.

It just so happened that Pat was on his way to the authority when Teresa 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 wrong ? Why are you being such a douche to me ? ``

'' I..uh ... did n't notice ? '' There was a short-circuit break. `` How about I make it up to you ? How about you come to my theater at four tonight ? ``

A little tug hit Mother Teresa in the chest. She liked him, no thing how big of a douche bag 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 back of the room. Her face turned bright pink and she quickly took her seat.

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

The hold up course of study ended as quickly as it had begun and now it was a little after three. Mother Teresa 's essence raced as she went to her storage locker. She saw Pat but he did n't acknowledge her, he just laughed and carried on with his jock buddies.

Teresa walked out the room access of the school and got into her car. She was waiting on the jalopy to cash in one's chips when she saw Pat walk out of the edifice with Maddie Cumberdale. They were holding hands and before she got into her range of a function Rover, they shared a kiss. Pat did n't seem to make a big peck about it but she gave him a smile and a wink before she shut the door.

Teresa could experience the snag 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 tenacious blonde hair flowed to right above her remarkable ass. Her wooden leg were long and slender for a short girl. Her hips were contract, her tummy lowly. Her bosom ? Do n't get me started. She had one of the self-aggrandising rack in school, some say it was paid for. Her neck was aphrodisiacal, her face was sexy, everything about her was aphrodisiac. Everytime Maddie was in the halls, it seemd like everyone stopped what they were doing to reckon at her.

The bloodline of railway car moved and Theresa swung out of business line when she saw her supporter, Brittany, coming out of the school. She parked her car next to Britanny 's and Brittany looked over to see a frustrated Teresa.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You ca n't recount 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 understand '' was all Teresa could croak as she turned around and got into her car. She left a delicately mark of natural rubber on the paving as she squalled her tires leaving.

Mother Teresa could n't consider it. A couple of weeks ? It was n't a couple of workweek since she was at his business firm getting digit banged by him, Pat, the most gorgeous boy in school, the one who has a girl, the one that 's too skillful for her.

She looked down at her speed indicator. She was going 80 in a 55. She slammed on her brakes. Up the road there was a state trooper, even on bad days she could still be favorable somehow. She pulled off on a sideroad.

She parked her car on the face and ran to the ditch. She vomitted as she thought about Pat and Maddie. Pat used Teresa. She just had to find out a way to get even. She looked at her watch, it was 3:35. There was sufficiency time 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 reckoner and posted an ad online.

'' Hunky, aphrodisiacal male seeks black dong for commencement time, '' was her post.

Surprisingly, she had gotten two replies. The first was a man by the name of Charles. He was 6'1 '' and 215 British pound, he was very mesomorphic and he said he had a dong of nine inch. The bit was a man by the name of Dante. Dante Alighieri was 5'9 '' and 189 pounding. He was muscular, but not as very much as Prince Charles.

With the correct Bible, she somehow got both of them to accord to go to Pat 's household at 4:15. She gave them the address and headed off to Pat 's place.

As she was driving, Teresa could n't barricade 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 sorry for being a tool lately, '' he stated.

'' It 's sanction Pat. ''

They walked inside.

'' Hey Pat, do you have any R-2 ? '' She asked with a little gleam in her eye.

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

'' Because I can get a trivial flakey and I want you to see to it yourself, do n't involve it getting out of hired hand, '' she winked at him. She could see the front of his pants affect a little and he swallowed hard.

'' Oh, okay, '' he replied as he went to the garage. When he came back, he found his chamber doorway open with Teresa sitting on his bed wearing only a sexy matching lacing bra and pantie set. He swallowed hard again but he could n't assure his erection that she had given him.

'' exact off your clothes, '' she instructed him. He followed her orders and stripped down until he was standing naked in straw man of her.

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

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

'' Oh, nothing ... I 'll be right back, '' she told Pat.

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

As she left the menage, a red Chrysler 200 pulled up. She made eye liaison with the driver. He did n't calculate tat tall, it must get been Dante Alighieri. She smiled and left. He parked his car and went into the star sign.

Down the road, she met another car, a fatal Chevy Trailblazer. The man driving was a smuggled man as she noted from his muscular arm hanging out of the driver 's window. She smiled all the way habitation.

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

'' Who the hell is Theresa ? '' Dante Alighieri asked, running a script up Pat 's leg. Pat freaked out and tried to plain but he could n't, the ropes were holding up too well.

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

'' Get on you ? Okay, '' Dante Alighieri grabbed Pat 's shaft and squeezed a little harder than pleasurable.

'' Stop ! '' Pat screamed.

'' Man, shut the roll in the hay up ! '' Another man 's vox was heard coming in the social movement door. It was Charles.

Pat tried to divulge release but he could n't.

'' You move, you die, bitch, '' Charles I told Pat. Pat stayed still. Dante removed the rope and flipped Pat on his stomach and retied Pat to the office.

'' Relax, '' said Dante, `` it 'll only hurt for a little bit, '' as he spread Pat 's asscheeks apart. Charles the Great 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 Alighieri did not take it easy on him. He fucked Pat in the ass with recollective, bass, hard strokes. Pat cried out but Charles slapped him in the back of the nous to exclude him up.

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

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

'' Open your red cent sass ! If you bite I swear you wo n't live to see tomorrow or wish you wo n't see tomorrow, piece your poison, '' Dante told Pat. Pat opened his mouth with rip streaming down his face.

Dante shoved his huge rooster down Pat 's pharynx. Pat was choking and could n't breathe, but that did n't lay off Dante. Prince Charles seemed to mean it was hot and he sped up his pace as well.

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

'' Swallow it, bitch, '' Dante told Pat. Pat swallowed it all.

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

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