"Bobby and Sandra looked at each other, then hurried after Grigsby."What's up?" Sandra asked when Grigsby had closed the door to the bedroom."We're ge...ting Hanes out of here." But he's..." Bobby started."We're afraid of a second attempt on the heels of the first. It wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened. A delay now might mean Hanes' death, and maybe even yours as well. I need you to get a gurney up here right now. Hanes is going out in a body bag with the zipper partially. I kneel before him and licked his dick, he moaned. I enclose the head in my mouth and bobbed up and down his cock giving him deepthroat. I took it out then teased his shaft with my tongue. "Fuck, mmm, fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum all over you, and your big tits." I leaned back and felt the stream land all over my face and chest savoring what fell in my mouth. Now it was the other's turn. They each took their turn. She probably dreaded it more than the students. It meant either some additional workload, him asking her to cover down for some additional duty or to work a stupid football game. Something usually not good.Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took. I mean, open-crotch panda costumes, coffee table-top cages, ponygirl (and guy) tack, sounding rod kits (don’t ask)! It wasn’t like the sleazy hole-in-corner sex shops in Vegas, I supposed from hearsay.After I’d spent half an hour wandering around trying not to gawk like a rube Mary said, “Come on. We’ll come back later but we need to go get ready.”She led me to through door that said “To the Dungeon”, and we went down a staircase and along a short corridor to what must have been the building.