” She paused and a definite look of curiosity crossed her face after I said that.“Really? That’s very interesting. That will definitely make thi...gs more pleasant for you.” She gave me an almost knowing smile that kind of shook me a little bit. “What about her friend? Does she pay as good attention to what you say as Emma?”“Well, this is our first time together. I’m hoping that if Emma provides a willing example, Sharon will follow along.” This brought a definite smile to her face.“Well, for. “Some of my girls do, once in a while. They don’t think I know. I don’t mind, as long as they’re discreet. The administration wouldn’t understand.”“Gee,” I groaned. “You think?”“Do you want me to stop?” she asked. Her hand came to a stop.It is said that men have two brains, a big one and a little one. As a man, I can confirm that. I thought with my little one that day.“No,” I blurted.She re-commenced. “Is this causing any pain?”“No,” I panted.“Good. Just lie there and let it happen. Try not to. I cocked and fired, catching one Broodling in the face, the other one skimmed by several of the shotgun pellets. It staggered as its sibling turned into so much paste. I cocked the shotgun again, pushing my feet along the ground, my back pressing against the wall as I desperately tried to gain more distance. The Broodling screeched and leaped at me. I fired again and the gray blood splashed me this time. But now, the Broodmother was on her feet. She moved with jerky, spasming motions, as if she. Jim stood behind me and began tapping my ass. He had done the same thing in Atlanta, but not, I had assumed, for an audience."Watch this," he said, "This little bitch gets real horny when I play with her ass."I groaned in shame and lust as his palm kept slapping my ass. Each slap made my cock bob up and down. Audience or no audience, I desperately needed release."Please..." I gasped at Jim. "Please fuck me,"Jim slapped my ass even harder. "Such a polite little girl."The other men had opened.