Danny's POV "Let me go....please. My mum.... she's coming." I pleaded with Mr Chadwick. My voice was a frantic, jagged whisper. Mr Chadwick held on my neck, my face still buried in between his thigh, I could tell he was just trying to ruin my life at that exact moment, he was toying with me. "She is still at the end of the hall, boy." Chadwick murmured, his voice terrifyingly calm. He leaned in closer, the scent of expensive sandalwood and aged bourbon clouding my senses. "Don't you want to show you mum, exactly who you really are?" With a sudden, mocking flick, Chadwick released me. I scrambled up to my feet, my hands flying to my messy curls, in an attempt to put myself all together. I felt a riot in my ribcage. I had just enough time to adjust my shirt, before my mum would reach the door. Richard had gently tucked his monstrous cock in and buckled. "Oh! Am I interrupting a serious session?" My mum asked, her face appearing in the doorway, glowing with that soft, oblivious hap
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