Oh, great, I thought. Now my erection was in complete controlof me. It was one of those you only have a few times in a year – thekind that feels...like it’s pulling all the b***d from your body intoit, like it’s stretching your skin so hard your toes curl upwards andyour chin drops. Amy padded across the floor to me and laid a hand on my chest.Taking my cock in her other hand, she looked at Celeste. “Does itinvolve more audio-visual aids?” she asked shyly. Celeste. Her next class, English, that almost drove her nuts.Mr. Anders was a popular teacher. He had a way of describing the information, reading from the texts that made them come alive. He always made these horrible puns, and reveled in the groans they would elicit, but it made his students a lot more relaxed.Tanya had only just started taking notes when she was hit with a flash of desire ... from Mr. Anders! He had come in, his usual mug of coffee in hand, probably topping it off from the teacher’s. Daley appeared beside her and pushed her to her knees in front of the first man who grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth onto his penis. After a few vicious jabs of his cock head down her throat, he released her. Each man showed her in turn how he liked to have his cock sucked. It was a great lesson for her to have to suck their cocks and learn new licking and swallowing techniques. Then came the fucking, each man in turn at a nod from Daley taking his place with Louise in the center of the. You will pay. Bingleberry.”He turned to his aide and said, “Tell the directors of the NSA, FBI, CIA, and DIA that Dingleberry sent me a threat on my phone.”“How did a threat get forwarded to your phone?”“I don’t know! Just get them to my office this afternoon.”“Yes, sir.”“Dingleberry. What the fuck kind of name is that?” the President muttered.“A dingleberry is a piece of shit that’s stuck to a hair around the asshole,” the aide replied.His aide got off the telephone. He looked over at the.