Wayne would see right through it, and she knew he'd be hurt and possibly hate her for the unexplainable lie. For some reason she still didn't fathom, ...oung Wayne had been very cooperative in her class, contrary to his behavior in some of the others, and she hated to upset the delicate balance that had been struck so far. Moreover, she intuitively knew that one of the reasons she hadn't been as bothered as she could have been by Mr. Agnew Harrison Conroy and his Concerned Parents group was due. She said in a school teacher like tone, "who gave you the right to pull your dick out"; "Just look at this mess you made!" she took my hand and made me scoop most of it up. "now put all of that on your cock" she demanded. I did it, then she brought her face up to my cock and indicated with her finger i had to smeer it on her lips. She licked as much of it up as she could. This had me so horney i was ready to go again. She could she see it to. She said "no,no,no you were naughty and now heres. "You are American?" he said in heavily accented English."Yes... master," I said. He smiled."You American girls - you are all sluts," he said. "Yes?" Yes, master," I said, not wanting to contradict him. "I am a slut, master." All you want is sex. Always sex," he said. "You come here and you seduce our men with your slutty bodies."I was afraid where this was leading. "Yes, master," I said."Sluts like you are a disgrace and a threat to our nation," he said bitterly. "We should kill you all."My. I had no idea!" she gasped as she leafed through the centerfold feature again."What do you mean you had no idea? You were there weren't you?" Yes, yes of course, but I had some wine to calm me down. I don't remember much after that." Oh, come on, Denise. That's about the weakest excuse i've ever heard. Some wine would have made you a bit tipsy but too much would simply have put your lights out. I've seen you drink." He grabbed the magazine and turned to the photo of Denise, at the moment of.