I thought it was overkill having our bodyguards with us inside the school, but it wasn’t up to me.After a little while, there was a knock on the doo..., and the head told the visitors to come in. They were a boy of my age and a girl of Caity’s. “Ah, good. Children, these are your guides. Peter is in your class Finnley, and Beth is in yours Caity. They’ll show you where to go and look after you.”I winced slightly about needing to be ‘looked after’, which Peter saw and caused him to smirk. We said. . I keep forgetting they're a Foreign Country." She noticed more looks, "The FED A."That got a series of Oh's and Ah's and I see's. But they probably didn't. Ancient History ... a hundred years ago is ancient to people born eighty years after. We don't teach the royal succession of the Kings and Queens of England in high school ... We're certainly not teaching the Presidents of the country that murdered our royal family.The Princessapality doesn't bother with American presidents ... except one. I looked up between my legs and there it was - the zombie. That hellish grin came across his face as he looked at me. Then he moaned out that familiar word, "Pussy."The two hands that had torn off my blouse and bra began milking my breasts. They squeezed so hard I thought my breasts would burst. Squeezing, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing, over and over like a damn machine.The zombie kneeled between my legs and with one of his hands he tore off my yellow flowered panties.My muffled cries went. I simply indicated it was - in my opinion - a waste of seating when people are waiting - and I enjoy company. Valeria is 29, dark hair, about 5'2" and 120#. Nice face - cute shape, with a hint of belly bulge. I turned to her friend and introduced myself to them both. Valeria's friend is named Amelia. Unusual name in today's society, but I found out she is also a very unusual woman. She is 36. Slight build, with virtually no tits - but a nice flair to hips and ass. Reddish brown hair topped off.