Oh well, he was sure he'd be able to get used to it.There were several messages on the machine. The first was from Jane saying that she was going to b... a bit late, and the second was from Andrea. He smiled thinking about Andrea. She was a sub that he got together with on occasion so that they could play. It had been a while, so she was wondering if he might be interested in a little play time tonight.He called and spoke to her, suggesting they have a little dinner. She agreed and they decided. As soon as the signal is given, everyone would abandon their neat rows they were assembled into for the speech and imediately begin to battle until there are only one hundred of us left.My strategy would to let the bigger opponets take themselves out and focus on the smaller ones. If I could prove to myself that I could handle them, then I'd try someone harder. Mostly though, I would try to stay on the outside of the arena along the wall where no one could attack my back. All this I'd taken in. Her breathing was heavy and begging for release. I squeezed the remaining oil out of the syringe. The result was better than anticipated. Her legs gripped mine so violently I could barely keep them spread. Her hands on my ankles were vise grips seeking relief. With the bulb completely empty, I began the slow removal. The slow withdrawal of the tube was probably more intense for her than the insertion. The hot oil deep in her bowels coupled with the tingling on her anus as the tube was. She probably did them all that night. Come on…lets see what she’s up too.’ Joe was on autopilot as he was led through a door at the back of the staff room onto a balcony, with a window, looking down into the library. In all his years at the school he’d never noticed the window and therefore had had no worries about being seen. Neither, obviously did Allison. ‘See, Joe. Nothing but a slut. See how they’ve got a chair propped up against the door. Sneaky. Eh?’ Joe just watched. Speechless. There.