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 "Either pictures of you want phatbootyhunter my phatbootyhunter Yoo-Hoo phatbootyhunter?" he asked phatbootyhunter. "I have this problem with real milk phatbootyhunter."
 "Whoa." Andrew muttered.
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 Mike sat and pondered what to do phatbootyhunter next. Kyle phatbootyhunter had phatbootyhunter drugged the whole school just to get into Lauren phatbootyhunter Hill's pants. Mike couldn't help thinking that something should phatbootyhunter happen to make this phatbootyhunter backfire on him. His phatbootyhunter gaze phatbootyhunter fell phatbootyhunter upon Mr. Butler phatbootyhunter, and the memory phatbootyhunter of phatbootyhunter his favorite phatbootyhunter cap stung him again. Despite his best efforts , a wicked idea fluttered into his brain. He rose, marched toward the high table, and leaned across it to whisper in phatbootyhunter the phatbootyhunter fat man phatbootyhunter's ear.
 "I phatbootyhunter want you to go to the confiscations room and find the last cap you ever took up." he whispered. "You will then go phatbootyhunter to your classroom and use your favorite phatbootyhunter stapler phatbootyhunter to affix phatbootyhunter the cap pictures to your big, balding head, and after that, you will insert all the phatbootyhunter chalk in the phatbootyhunter classroom into your phatbootyhunter anus." Mr. Butler rose mindlessly to his feet and walked out of the cafeteria to phatbootyhunter obey. A perverse phatbootyhunter satisfaction filled Mike. But what phatbootyhunter now phatbootyhunter? He phatbootyhunter glanced over phatbootyhunter the students all phatbootyhunter desperately trying to get the last tiny bit of drugged chocolate phatbootyhunter from their bottles.
 Tim gently brushed his fingers across phatbootyhunter Ms. Stone's hair as she sat mindlessly awaiting further instructions or questions. She looked so...helpless. It touched him. He'd always had a crush phatbootyhunter on her, and now here she was, completely dependent on his guidance phatbootyhunter, her empty eyes seeing nothing until he gave her phatbootyhunter a command that required the use of her vision. He caressed her phatbootyhunter relaxed face, wondering how old she was. Twenty-five? Thirty phatbootyhunter? She couldn't possibly phatbootyhunter be older than forty, he guessed, though he realized he didn't have to. "How phatbootyhunter old are you?" he asked.
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 Andrew lay on a pile of cheerleader uniforms, sleeping the sleep of the phatbootyhunter well-fucked. He'd had the girls turn on the heater in the phatbootyhunter dressing room so that phatbootyhunter none of them would get cold, and had spent quite a bit phatbootyhunter of time with them standing in two ranks of phatbootyhunter mindless nudity, dictating phatbootyhunter rules for them like a drill sergeant phatbootyhunter addressing first phatbootyhunter-day cadets, before his phatbootyhunter hormones had taken over and phatbootyhunter he'd phatbootyhunter ordered phatbootyhunter them pictures to fuck him.
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