Before long you could feel the tension rising between us, smiles, gestures, words, all adding to the flirtatious atmosphere. I guess we knew we wanted...each other from the moment we started speaking, probably before, but both of us to frightened to ask or suggest. Eight hours of conversation later as the carousel discharged the bags from the depths of the airport we were still talking, still flirting. I watched as she disappeared through the sliding doors to her taxi up state as I headed in to. Polk. So on and so on.This must have been what Mrs. Polk had wanted to see her about. The whole thing was starting to get out of control.For another fifteen minutes the girls teased and tormented her. After the pony rides, they moved her over to the desk and bent her over it. Her large ass vulnerably pointed back at them. As Annie picked up the large paddle hanging on the wall, the other two girls lowered their principal's panties to her knees.I had seen the paddle before. Mrs. Polk always. Aren’t they marvellous? Full of delicious spunk for us to feast upon!”“Feast Madam? Queried Georgette.“Yes. Feast Georgette. To lick, suck and swallow. To absorb through the walls of our tight bottoms. To draw into our wombs where it may seed our children.”“Madam I know of wombs, but not- ““Bottoms?” Finished Clara, raising an amused eyebrow. “You will Georgette. You most certainly will.”The Reverend laughed so hard his face reddened, and his immense prick shook back and forth along with the. Under normal conditions, that thought would have horrified her. Her subconscious mind, however, was not horrified in the least.Now she was so deliciously filled, and his thrusting body felt so good against hers, so much lighter than Jonas, writhing, where Jonas pounded, his penis reaching so much deeper than ever she’d felt before ... that unconscious desire bubbled to the surface. She suddenly felt the need to be bred ... to receive this boy’s precious offering ... to feel her belly swell.