I don't recognise the person in the photograph, possibly because she is wearing a rubber hood. Her lips are painted deep crimson, her mouth is slightl... open, and her eyes are closed, probably deliberately. The eye shadow is dark, and she has long, false eyelashes. Below the picture is a short message, "Mmmmmm....."I'm immediately excited, but have no idea who it's from. So I'm caught between lust and ignorance. What can I do?Send a reply, I suppose. So I compose a text, keeping the language as. It would be fast and furious; hard, rough fucking across the office desk. He would spank her thighs hard and pull hard on her hair, screaming obscenities at her and calling her names. She would feel his cum spurting inside her as he climaxed and she would feel her own wetness running down between her thighs. Once spent, he would pull himself away from her. She would hear his zipper again as she pulled her panties up. She would turn and see his smile just before she kissed him and then she would. She whispered in my ear "Now your in big, big trouble" without notice she thrusted her fingers deep into my cunt. I was dripping wet. She removed her hand to examine my juices and shoved her fingers in my mouth. Savoring my flavor I sucked her finger as if I was in control. She laughed as if I didnt know what was in store for me. She told the other teachers hold me down. She turn around and dropped her shorts. She ordered me to look at her ass. "Look at it Stacey!!! You see this ass Stacey!! I. I had taken as many protective steps as I could, but living in the city the odds were you would get the plague. Damn, damn, damn!I looked at my date time clock and noticed that two days had gone by that I had no memory of. I frowned. From the information I had, once you lost consciousness, you didn't recover. Yet I had recovered.I still had some food left, and the power was still on. At least the city services were still operating. But how long would that last? The gas, water, and electric.