Driving the short distance to the Institute, Emma’s nerves return. But, Donald’s hand over her thigh squeezing it in assurance calms her.They ent...r the Institute, Emma, for the first time, as the celebration is starting. There are so many people present, employees of the organization, their spouses or dates, people from other ISE locations, and executives from the headquarters. All are excited about this milestone they have reached.Cocktails are soon in hand as Donald walks Emma around the. The driver goes around behind the ambulance. The rear door swings open.’From the angle of the camera, Mike couldn’t see the rear of the ambulance. He could tell that the driver had opened the rear door because it swung into view when he did it.‘The driver trots around the van and goes inside. A moment later, the other attendant is pacing behind the ambulance, then walks around to the side. Other attendants join him and he turns around.‘Something reaches down from the sky and knocks his hat. Your blonde friend was being thoroughly gang banged, a cock in every hole she had. Her head bobbed up and down and you could hear muffled whimpering coming from her as her mouth was stuffed with cock. The men took turns, using her to satisfy their needs, satisfying hers. They all entered simultaneously, stroking each hole with expertise, holding her head still as each had a turn guiding his cock down her throat. She would emit a muffled gasp each time her ass was entered. She removed a cock. I thought about lifting weights, but when I examined the bar I thought of Becky Finklestein curling my max bench. For a warm up.So I went back to the bench where I had spent the past few days absent-mindedly whittling a little figurine of Smurfette. The Finklesteins had infested my every thought. They were all I could think about. Then I heard the garage door again.“Hey Mishhhter Parker, what are you doing?” called a sweet, chirpy little voice that chilled me to the bone.I turned around to see.