The Class of Stolen Pots and Pans

Tony handed her a brown envelope, like the ones you dread from HMRC. Ripping it open, her eyes filled with water yet again as she read its contents. He doesn't remember what he promised five pounds. I am actually chuffed a bit for her. Belinda beamed as the class of steals pots and pans cheered and whooped her name. She did just get it. You earned it. Now let's fuck. Screeched Bella. Is there no one else who can speak there? It's not her day is it? Already unhooking the flimsy bits of fabric over her big boobies. Agreed Giselle as she's slinked