As she walked into school, Mother Theresa knew everything was going to be unlike. Pat would definitely talk to her more now and she 'll get going to fit in with the relaxation of the jocks. Life was good.

Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu almost had a hop in her step as she walked to each socio-economic class. She sat through class but could n't pay attention because Pat was on her mind the unhurt clip.

Her class 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 up with his attention. Leaning in closer to him, he knew a line was going to flow out of her mouthpiece. `` Let 's shimmer off-white Harbor. You can be Hawaii Island, I 'll be Nippon and I 'll mishandle the fuck out of you. ``

'' Let 's not, '' Pat replied. He did n't blush. He broke eye inter-group communication with her and worked on his duty assignment. The remainder of the class was very awkward for Mother Teresa. Why did Pat change ?

The bell rang and they both gathered their belongings and left. Teresa saw Pat in the hall on the way to her next class and noticed he seemed okay. He was laughing and carrying on with his athlete buddies. Teresa rolled her oculus 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 punishment ? Did he use me ? What did I do ?'Were some of the questions pounding at her. Senior year now sucked. She asked the teacher if she could use the wash room and he excused her.

It just so happened that Pat was on his way to the berth when Teresa was on her way to the readiness. She was n't going to let him interest 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 dead suspension. `` How about I make it up to you ? How about you come to my mansion at four tonight ? ``

A footling tug hit Mother Teresa in the chest. She liked him, no affair 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 hind end.

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

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

Mother Theresa walked out the threshold of the schooling and got into her car. She was waiting on the busses to exit when she saw Pat walk out of the building with Maddie Cumberdale. They were holding workforce and before she got into her Range wanderer, they shared a kiss. Pat did n't seem to make a big deal about it but she gave him a smiling and a heartbeat before she shut the door.

Teresa could feel the rent build up in her oculus 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 retentive light-haired hair flowed to right above her noteworthy ass. Her leg were long and slender for a short girl. Her hips were narrow, her venter diminished. Her titty ? Do n't get me started. She had one of the bounteous racks in school, some say it was paid for. Her cervix was sexy, her grimace was aphrodisiac, everything about her was sexy. Everytime Maddie was in the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, it seemd like everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her.

The line of railcar moved and Mother Teresa swung out of note when she saw her Quaker, Breiz, coming out of the school. She parked her car next to Britanny 's and Brittany looked over to see a defeated Teresa.

Mother Teresa hopped out of the car almost rallying cry. Bretagne hugged her.

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

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

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

A bout dribbled down Theresa 's cheek. As she promptly wiped it up, Brittany made eye contact.

'' You ca n't tell me you like Pat, he 's a athlete ! They 're pompous bastards ! You can do so much estimable ! '' Bretagne yelled at her.

A meek, `` you do n't interpret '' was all Teresa could mutter as she turned around and got into her car. She left a fine mark of rubber on the pavement as she squalled her tires leaving.

Teresa could n't believe it. A span of weeks ? It was n't a mates of weeks since she was at his house getting fingerbreadth banged by him, Pat, the most gorgeous boy in school, the one who has a girlfriend, 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 brakes. Up the road there was a state cavalryman, even on bad solar day she could still be lucky 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 Mother Theresa. She just had to find 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 firm. She got there in to a lesser extent than five minutes. She ran to the computer and posted an ad online.

'' Hunky, sexy male seeks shameful dong for first time, '' was her post.

Surprisingly, she had gotten two reply. The first-class honours degree was a man by the epithet of Charles. He was 6'1 '' and 215 lbf., he was very muscular and he said he had a dong of nine inches. The minute was a man by the name of Dante Alighieri. Dante was 5'9 '' and 189 pounds. He was sinewy, but not as practically as Charlemagne.

With the in good order actor's line, she somehow got both of them to agree to go to Pat 's house at 4:15. She gave them the address and headed off to Pat 's plaza.

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

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

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

'' It 's o.k. Pat. ''

They walked inside.

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

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

'' Because I can get a little bizarre and I want you to see to it yourself, do n't need it getting out of hand, '' she winked at him. She could see the strawman of his pants move a little and he swallowed hard.

'' Oh, okay, '' he replied as he went to the garage. When he came back, he found his sleeping room room access open with Theresa sitting on his bed wearing only a sexy matching lace bra and panty set. He swallowed hard again but he could n't ensure his erection that she had given him.

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

'' Lay on the bed, '' she said as she took the rope from his script. She tied all of his arm to his bedposts. When she was trusted he could n't actuate 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 room with no intentions of coming back. It was 4:13. She had to get out of there.

As she left the house, a red Chrysler 200 pulled up. She made eye contact with the driver. He did n't look tat tall, it must stimulate 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 driving was a black man as she noted from his brawny arm hanging out of the device driver 's window. She smiled all the way home.

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

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

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

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

'' occlusive ! '' Pat screamed.

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

Pat tried to break barren but he could n't.

'' You move, you die, beef, '' Charles IX told Pat. Pat stayed still. Dante Alighieri removed the Mexican valium and flipped Pat on his stomach and retied Pat to the posts.

'' Relax, '' said Dante, `` it 'll only hurt for a small bit, '' as he spread Pat 's asscheeks apart. Charles 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 foresightful, oceanic abyss, hard strokes. Pat cried out but Charles II slapped him in the backrest of the caput 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 jerked Pat 's headspring to the right and told him to open up up. Pat refused.

'' Open your damn sassing ! If you bite I swear you wo n't last to see tomorrow or bid you wo n't see tomorrow, peck your poison, '' Dante told Pat. Pat opened his sassing with tears streaming down his face.

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

Pat tried to scream but the vibration of his struggle only made Dante cum faster, down Pat 's throat and into his rima oris as he pulled out.

'' Swallow it, beef, '' 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 binding and dripping from his ass. They left.

driving down the road, Dante saw a kitchen range wanderer coming at him with a aphrodisiac picayune blonde driving. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw her pull into the driveway he just came out of .