Teacher invites students to his boarding house to fuck

Teacher invites students to his boarding house to fuck I have a pretty good idea of what you’re doing with that Barbara chick. You waited too long to make your move… like a coward.”

He cut his eyes up at me, a mocking glint shining from under his thick eyebrows. “She’s sleeping in one of the upstairs rooms.”

“Let her sleep. I sensed a nervous energy about her, and she looked like she was on the verge of asking me another question. She leaned into me, buried her head in my chest, and cried. Her pink tongue darted across her top lip as a faint whimper escaped her. I didn’t fucking care. I stalked past her and paused at the door. A piece of glass off the floor? She looked back up at me; her cheeks were tear-stained. Finally, he snorted, shook his head, and gave me a congratulatory smirk. It had been something that didn’t settle well for me—I’ve got the money to spend, and I hate you enough to dedicate the last few weeks to making your life a living fucking hell! Then she looked back at Tyler, her eyes narrowing as she grimaced in what looked like physical pain. She told me about the wedding, and I let her make up her own mind without putting up a fight because I respect her enough to make the best decision for her. “You mean she’s cute.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “Did she know what?” Tyler said, swirling his drink in the tumbler. “Buy more stuff,” I said.