She stared at me with such intensity, enduring the pain for a chance to fuck me.Behind her, 10 points appeared on the board. I blinked. She got the qu...stion right?Mr. Osamu barked out his next question. Kimiko smacked in, said something in Japanese. A loud, honking sound played and red lights flashed. She got it wrong. Then Junko smacked her board and shouted something.Bells rang. She winced, threw back her shoulders, and thrust her round tits at Mr. Osamu to accept her “point.” My futa-cock. The agencies needed to prioritize their spending requests. The finance division was expecting funding to be tight again.Then he broke into a tirade about the revenue losses that would have improved the county’s financial position. They did not have those revenues because of court decisions related to the Morton crop dusting airfield, the Island airfield and JBG against the county. Like the taxes from one company was going to correct all the evils in the county budget.With Morton Field so large. Finally adjusting fully to the surroundings, shock, disbelief, anger, and all sorts of emotions start raging through my groggy mind at the horrific scene before me. Again I try desperately to strain at the bonds keeping me in the position I am in and again my efforts are completely in vain. Tears start to form in my eyes, running down my cheeks as defeat starts to weigh heavily on me.“I’m glad you are all finally awake,” the man in the white lab coat says looking at everyone in the room,. I moved her to rinse her hair, then picked up a bar of lavender soap that Stephanie had lent me. I built up a lather on my hands and washed Vickie’s body. She sighed when I lathered her breasts and gave a slight moan when I washed her mons. I helped her rinse off.“That felt so good! Can I do that to you, Steve?”“Yes, of course.”She washed my hair and body in the same way. I noticed she lingered when she washed my dick and my balls, gently tugging and squeezing. When she was done, I rinsed off..