Dylan actually looked excited to participate in a school project. She had stopped throwing up (probably because her gullet was clogged by a thick dildo-like object) so he turned her around to give everyone a better look. Roberts thought that was a pretty good joke. Or was it nausea? Push-spread-push spread, this routine took half of the class’s scheduled time. This was all for science, of course, but there was some satisfaction to be had with man-handling Dakota’s ass after being teased by it for so long. Even Dakota was walking back to her seat. He had been teaching at this school for 25 years and saw the student body slowly degrade into a bunch of idiots and vapid sluts. Dakota, without even slowly down her coitus, gave Mr. Mr. He scouted the room for a candidate. Roberts thought that was a pretty good joke.
