“Captain, the Confusor virus is ready, on your orders we can shut down their Psionic communications.““Do it.“Elfi asked.“Confusor virus? Wha... does it do?” The darker shadow, that was Fivcheers’s mouth, behind his natural face-cover changed into a smile.“We had to name it something, as it is most likely the first psion based virus ever conceived. It takes the senders most primal emotions and fears and transmits them to the receiver. It overwrites any and all other messages.““Alright, while they. Hard and round a bit, maybe made out of plastic. When it actually hit me that there was a vibrator in the tub I wanted and tried to get out. But you pushed me down into the tub causing the vibrator to slide into my tight pussy and a smaller piece to slide into my ass. I moaned out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Relax baby. I know you haven’t masturbated in front of anyone before and I know you’re an anal virgin but we are going to change all of that tonight.” I shook my head no and told. He caressed her through the thin material. She responded, letting out a little gasp, pushing her vulva forwards. “No,” she rasped.“Yes,” stated Bumfelt, circling the pads of his fingers on her panties. In seconds she was wet. Roxanne always got wet when stroked through sheer material. It was one of her things. “Yes,” she gasped, cupping her breasts in her own hands. She pulled the blouse apart and gently slipped her breasts from the black bra. “Fuck, yes.” Bumfelt knelt before her, pushed her. She was loud enough for everyone to hear, and it was increasingly clear the only reason she’d stooped so low as to speak to Emily at all was to clarify the classroom pecking order. To open a topic of conversation with the others, or rather, a topic of derision—it was Emily, of course, and there was nothing she could do about it. Really? I think I’m a shinobi… because of a T-shirt I’m wearing? Because that’s so logical. Does that guy over there in the jersey think he’s a pro football player?.