. Yes, Sir," one of them said while looking at Sylvia. "I ... umm ... I can better carry her, I don't think she can walk on her own!" That would proba...ly be the best," Agent 1 said.The guard walked up to Sylvia, and then took her in his arms. He could feel how her body went completely limp when he did this. He felt some compassion with this girl, even when he knew that she was now being brought to the field where she would be executed.The guard holding Sylvia in his arms, and the other three. She vowed that whenever she had an opportunity to stage a stripping or go along with someone else's plan, she would take it. Eventually, everything changed. her friends and random students alike began to test how exposed she could be and for how long before either someone told her or she "figured it out" (ie: once she got bored). Her parents and faculty members stopped caring about her constant accidental exposures and just let it happen since it would take valuable education time for her to. Cynthia straddled Edward with her legs folded on either side of his torso, making sure her ass was fully accessible to her boss."Would you do the honors Mr. Russell?" She asked in a very sexy voice.Her boss got up on the table and lifted Edward's cock up to Cynthia's pussy and she pushed herself onto it. Once she was all the way down, her boss spread Edward's legs so he could get up to Cynthia's butt."Hurry up and get it in, sir." Cynthia whined.She was so excited, she had dreamed of being. Believe me, it's ok. It's only 1 drink."He gets out the bottle (already opened), and pours you a drink, in a long stemmed wine glass. You sip it, and notice its chilled just right, and actually tastes good for this early in the morning. You sit down, and look around, intimidated by everything. You aren't sure if you want to continue with this.He seems to notice this, and tells you to take your time."Drink the whole glass, but only at your own pace. Relax, it'll be ok. Think of it as fun, not.