"I'm not doing it! I'm not going to - that's just gross!"
"You enjoyed it while doing it on me, I recall."
"But - I - no! Absolutely not!"
"Miss Brown, I am afraid you have no choice about this."
"Mr Anthony, please! This isn't a classroom!"
"Oh, but it is, Miss Brown. Grant, don't you have a class in here?"
"Indeed I do, Anthony - the advanced elocution course meets once a week in this very room."
"There you go, Miss Brown. It's a classroom."
"No, please! Really, I don't want to do it on all of you!"
"Perkins, will you please fetch the meter stick?"
"What?! No, not that! Not in front of everyone!"
"Then, my dear, scoot forward on your knees and open your mouth for us."
"God, this is humiliating."
"Of course it is. Oh, good girl."
"I feel like a slut."
"You are a slut, Miss Brown."
"Fuck you."
"In time, Miss Brown, in time. Now, who's first?"
"Grant, she's your little prodigy." "Oh, yes, Grant, why don't you - I'll take the sloppy seconds."
"Why, thank you, gentlemen, don't mind if I do."
"Mr Grant! Please!"
"Miss Brown, you've been so well behaved so far, and I don't think you want to spoil your record. Now, open your mouth and don't talk."
"Oh, that's a good girl."
"Mr Perkins, will you please not- mmph."
"Thanks, Grant. She can't seem to keep her mouth shut sometimes."
"Anytime. Though that's good, isn't it? More mouth for us?"
"Mmph mmph mmph!"
"Ssh, Miss Brown. Just suck. Good girl, oh, yes, very good girl."
"Put your hands on it, too, and just wrap your mouth around his cock. Nice."
"What a hot little number. I can't wait for my turn." "Me neither." "Pity old Anthony gets first dibs on the good stuff." "Pity."
"Suck it, girl, suck it. Oh, Perkins, you were right, she's - mmm - very good - mmm - at this."
"The faster you squirt, the faster I'm done."
"Shut up-"
"Ow!"
"Miss Brown."
"You don't have to grab my hair!"
"I said, shut up-"
"Ow! Ouch! O-mmph!"
"-and keep sucking."
"Mmph mm mph!Mmphhh!"
"Just suck it, girl. Good, girl. Now, take one hand and put it on your clitoris - "
"Kneel upwards, my dear, support yourself on one hand and your knees. Arch your back-" "Oh, that's a nice view." "Finger on the clitoris, then in and out, Miss Brown. In and out, just like we showed you."
"Mmph hm!"
"It feels good, doesn't it? So sexy, sucking me while fingering your wet pussy-"
"You were always the vulgar one, Grant."
"Does it bother you, Anthony?"
"Oh, no, not at all. By all means, continue."
"Thanks. What's she look like, men?"
"Wet." "Pink." "I think she's trembling." "One orgasm isn't enough for a young thing like this, is it?" "Beautiful, Miss Brown, beautiful."
"Take the length in your mouth, now. All of it - carefully - breathe through your nose, no, don't gag, it's fine. Just relax, let it slide down your throat-"
"He's always been best at getting them to deep-throat, hasn't he?" "Oh, I know."
"-just relax, that's right, breathe through your nose. Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. You can breathe, you really can. Oh, that feels good... oh, yes, it feels good. Try sucking a little - no, stay relaxed, don't gag, you're fine, you're all right... I'm going to ejaculate soon, and I want you to swallow - she swallowed for you, Perkins?"
"Yes. Nicely, too."
"So I want you to swallow all of it. I know you can do it. Don't look so scared - it's not all that terrifying. Good girl. Oh, yes, very good girl. You're talented - mm - yes - oh, yes - good, good, good little slut. Suck it - oh, yesss, suck it - and - swallow it all - you good little slut... ohhh...."
"That's just gross!"
"You've got some drippling down your chin, Miss Brown."
"Thanks. That's gross!"
"Next!"
"What!? More?"
"Yes, Miss Brown. All of us. We've all had to put up with backtalk and chatter from you for years, so it's high time you used your mouth to something less annoying. You called second dibs, Johnson?"
"Oh, yes, please!"
"Hey! Don't grab me like - mmph! Mmooww!"
"Don't be too violent with her, Johnson."
"I can grab her head, right?"
"Well, of course, but don't pull the hair out."
"All right."
"Mmph! Mmph! Ggghhmmm. Mmm... mmm..."
"Oh, will you look at that?" "She's enjoying being roughed around." "I think we've got some excellent play options later."
"Suck it, bitch. Suck it. Naughty little slut, naughty little cunt-"
"Mmph!"
"-do you know how many times I wanted to smack you for your backtalk?"
"Mmph? Nn-mm."
"Shut up!"
"Mmph! Mmoomph!"
"You're being awfully rough, Johnson." "She's wet as a river, though - see?"
"Hey! Don't poke me- mmph!"
"Mouth on my cock, slut!"
"See? How wet she's gotten?" "Oh, yes. Ooh, you're right. Quite squishy." "Here, let me have a poke - oh, you're right."
"Mmph! mph mmmph mm!"
"I've wanted to poke my cock down your throat since you were fourteen, you know that, Miss Brown? Since fourteen - and - now - I get - to - have you - right - where - I - want - "
"MMPH!!"
"YOU!"
"Nice shot, Johnson!" "Here, did you get some in your eyes, Miss Brown?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Don't sniffle, you're fine."
"Why were you so rough, Mr Johnson? That hurt!"
"Hhmm. What? Oh, I've dreamed of doing that ever since you got breasts, actually. Quite enjoyable that was."
"Now, Miss Brown, no complaints, remember?"
"I think that sucks."
"Miss Brown..."
"Oh, all right."
"Who's next?"
"Good Lord, how long is this going to last?"
"Watch your language."
"Anthony, don't you think it's time she be reminded that she's not to complain?"
"What do you mean, Grey?"
"The meter stick over in the corner, of course."
"What?!"
"Miss Brown-"
"I think that's a great idea, Grey." "Do you, Albert?" "Oh, yes." "I think so, too." "Oh, of course." "Spank her cute little ass, I say."
"Miss Brown, will you please fetch the meter stick from the corner?"
"I can't walk in these shoes, sir. May I take them off?"
"Oh, of course not, Miss Brown. The meter stick. Now."
"Fine."
"Thank you, my dear. Now, if you'll please come around to this armchair - right -"
"This is humiliating."
"Of course it is, Miss Brown. You're being very, very naughty. Now, come over here. Right. I want you to bend over the arm of it - very good. Stomach against the leather, yes. Arms out in front - can you reach the other side of the chair? Good. Legs hanging down a bit - you can bend your knees, support yourself. Now, spread your legs-"
"Oh, God, please."
"Spread your legs, I said! Good."
"Do you have to do this?"
"Oh, it won't be just me this time. Right, legs spread, arms out over your head, tilt your buttocks up a bit-"
"Do you want to take off her clothes? She's still got her shirt and skirt on-"
"Oh, that's fine."
"I'd like the shirt off, myself."
"Would you, Albert?"
"May I?"
"Naturally."
"Stand up, Miss Brown. Oh, it's quite a charge having her do what I say. Now, take off your shirt. Good girl, drop it on the ground."
"Hey, we could gag her with it, couldn't we?" "Yeah, that's a great idea!"
"What?! No!"
"Not yet, gentlemen."
"Aww."
"Thank goodness."
"Miss Brown, please reassume your position - hands off your skirt, please - and I'm going to first give you twenty spanks with the hands. You are going to count them off, and thank me for each one. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Ow! Yes, sir"
"Very good."
"Ow! One, thank you sir. Ouch! Two, thank you sir."