" Uh...uh...mmmm." My conversational skills were cranked up to full power.So instead of doing the slide for the door here I was stuck face to face wit... Ms. Oren. I had zero designs on her tender young body. I was old school and my fantasies were spent (or wasted) on my contemporaries. Most of the female teachers could pull a plow, with there being just a few exceptions such as Ms. Oren.As I stood there by the side of her desk I faced slightly away. I didn't realize that what I was accomplishing. Hero doesn’t personally enslave anybody underage for a change but discovers childhood sexual abuse to main characters that he has to set right.ForewordLook before we go any further I need the reader of this account of, “Our Final Battle”, (catchy title right) to understand a few things. The Wonder Twins say I need to write this account of what we did and save it on the Internet in as many places as I can in case something goes wrong tomorrow. They can no longer see a clear future or just one. "Shit, cock sucker, you really married up." "Thanks, master," the doctor replied, between bobs. "That pink pussy is just begging for some nigger dick, isn't it," Kareem said. Dr. Rogers answered, "I don't know, sir." "Think she would be able to resist this black dick if I offered it to her?" Kareem asked, as he tapped his cock head on the doctor's lips. "I doubt it, master," the humiliated doctor admitted. "You should bring her for a visit one day," Kareem said, as he slid his cock back in the. — Have you any idea how much I need you? Now! I’ve been hard all day, watching you in that skimpy sundress. And you tell me cunt’s off the menu tonight? Is there anything on it? There was just an edge of anger in his voice: not something she was used to hearing. But she was consumed with maternal guilt that Frances had needed her the previous night,and she hadn’t been there. And her mother’s words of fury still stung. Phil had used language Melanie had never heard from her lips. Had immediately.