“Who can tell me what Pharaoh built the Great Pyramid of Giza?” You ask, your eyes roving over your students, feeling the heat of ten sets of lust...filled eyes devouring your curvaceous body. A not unhandsome youth near the back of the class raises his hand and speaks.“King Khufu of the Fourth Dynasty had them built.” The young man answered correctly and you smiled.“Very good, now, moving on to…” You trail off as the bell rings, signaling the end of your class period. “Next week we’ll be talking. I relished in this thought. I knew this was a rare experience for her. My mind wondered how I could get her to this more often. Nevermind. I told her to keep watching them. Keep thinking about them. What she would do if they saw her pussy right now. She moaned and said "No problem". My mind went to another FUCKING A. That was my statement I used that year when I agreed with something. FUCKING A or sometimes FUCKING A BEAVE. I kneeled to take the panties off around her tennis shoes. She easily. This came in early this morning from the president himself. The chief of staff was found dead, possibly by this sniper of ours. We were asked to work with the investigation in hopes that it may help us find a lead.”“Who are we working with?” Spencer asks.“You’ll be working with the NSA. Apparently the vice president is heading the investigation,” Roger announces. “This is a high priority. If there is anything you need while there, the vice president will have to clear it, but there shouldn’t be. "What's done is done." That said, he pulled her head back again. "Did you enjoy it?" Usually. Many times." Vera admitted. "It's easy to be too rough back there, though."Oliver nodded and shifted his grip to alongside her neck, controlling her position with a thumb along her jawline. "How many women have you had sex with?" What?" Vera's eyes popped. "Why, none!" It didn't take a lie detector to be able to tell that she was telling the truth.Frieda got my attention and pulled me down to whisper.