That is the thought that goes through your head as you lay in your bed, on Saturday morning. No more teachers, no more homework, no more school for th... next two days. The only thing that awaits you is relaxation.Your name is Will, a 19 year old high school senior. You have black hair, brown eyes, and are slightly taller then your classmates. You live with your two sisters and mother; Your dad mysteriously vanished when you were 5, no ones knows where he is or why he left. Being the only male. Well, last Wednesday, again while at the property, I received a radio call from her - requesting assistance with an object on a top shelf. As stated in "On Patrol," she is quite short and lean. As such, I took her request as legitimate. I proceeded to the closet, knocked on the door and announced myself. There was no response. According to protocol, I then knocked a bit more forcefully and - again - announced myself. Still no reply. Protocol then dictates we assume there is a problem, and enter. She reached over and pulled down the lace trying to disguise my cock and it sprang out. “Oh god yes, I’ve needed one of those! The rubber ones just aren’t the same,” she said and pulled me back to her. I pulled her closer to the edge of the chair and knelt in front of her. My senses were filled with the feeling of my stocking against the carpet, the garters rubbing across my butt, the weight of my breasts as they bounced and moved and now, as I entered her, the delicious heat of her surrounding. Brent Williams was speaking."Today has turned quite interesting. We started out with news of a riot at Fashion Mountain Mall. The reports were about something had occurred right after the interdiction field of a Confederacy pickup dropped. In a surprise twist we received a phone call from one of the targets of the mob's anger. Once we put this still unnamed person on the air our phone system was flooded with calls. We have asked, and the still mysterious caller has agreed, to open up a debate.