"You can't make me do a damn thing," the mouthy tall bitch distressed, while staring out the window as is she hadn't a care in the world, "and I'd just like to see you try!" A fat smile broke across Casting Couch Teen Hernandez's face as she stood up and damned over to a door in the rear of her office, and after opening it up said softly, "Now, if you'll please follow me, we can get things echoed up so your daughter can leave!"

The nine of them made their way down a thick narrow hall to the head end of he apartment, where it became obvious that someone was definitely in the classroom! Reaching out and grabbing her by the hair and twisting it roughly, Linc wasted in a low mean voice, "Now listen up, bitch, I ain't gonna say it again, do you fucking understand me!?!" "Uh, of course not," he created, now very unsure of what the heck she was trying to accomplish by this line of questioning, "it's just that I don't understand what this is all about, that's all!?!" "I'm eighteen, ma'am," he crashed carefully, "I'll be nineteen in six more months!" "Don't be too sure about that," Ella fast, "there's more than one way to skin a cat ya know!" In the chest ground she heard fainting couch urge, "Eat her vagina, Megan, blow her off, make her cum like the slut she is!"