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Teeson shrugged. “It may have been true about a minute ago but now you’re a witness. We’ll discuss what happens with you after this depending on the situation and if anything has changed. Please tell us the whole truth. If you were threatened or put in any other situation implying personal harm, talk to us and you will be protected. Do you understand?” “Yeah.” I replied a little shakily. “Oh, and my geography teacher will need to be notified. He thinks I’m going to the washroom.” His eyes trailed up from his notebook to meet mine. “Did you come down here specifically knowing you could be a witness?” “No, I just wanted to know what was going on.” I answered. “Under the circumstances we’re glad you did but in the future do not do that, at least without being honest to your teacher. Dickson is going to Indian Girls Fucking tell him what’s going on but he will know he was lied to. We are going to stress that part. Lying to people who are paid to watch over and take responsibility for you is never a good idea. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” I meekly responded. Teeson mumbled into his walky-talky, presumably telling Dickson to tell MacDonald, then clicked his pen. For the next thirty minutes he grilled me for every detail. Who left the bedroom and came to me first, what their emotions were, who else knew (and I honestly answered Nicole and possibly Paul), how proper their clothes and May’s makeup looked – hell, even Phil’s fly. They needed a reason to trust or distrust one particular suspect, and I was the key to finding out which suspect they could trust. At the end, Teeson clicked his pen a few times and sighed. “I think we have all of the information we need.” he informed me. “Thank you for your compliance. I am going to trust you to keep this entire thing to yourself though. If anyone asks you who did it, your only answer is ‘I don’t know.’ If anyone asks what happened over the weekend, your only answer is ‘I don’t know.’ They ask about the police in the school, where May Stevens and Phil Love are, or even where you were, your answer is ‘I don’t know.’ If you fail to keep this information private, we will find out and there will be severe consequences.” “Aren’t I being sent home?” I asked him. The rigidity of our bodies relaxing to languidness, staying inside each other as exhaustion Indian Girls Fucking takes over. They were still kissing, their tongues moving in and out of each other’s mouths. Cede now, I no longer wish your destruction." For once, she was glad to be wearing a shirt. He sat on the recliner right across my desk, right leg on the armrest and the other straight ahead, his balls resting on the seat, his cock lying flat across his left hip. I think that she hit that hymen a couple of times. Care to tell us about it?” He walked over and hesitantly reached to her chest. ”Ohh I’m in your mouth…. She walked up the stairs, Richard in front, whilst Bernie sat patiently on the bottom step.