"Okay, your team scored a field goal. What sort of favor you want?" Jethro mussed Tony's hair affectionately. It was only six minutes in and the Giant... had scored. Gibbs sighed inwardly, rooting the Eagles on."Since it was just a field goal, I suppose that I could go easy on you. Start slow and all of that." Tony had a feeling he was really going to enjoy winning this bet. "I think that for a field goal, that should equate to a blow job in your office. You can get the camera off by flicking. I never did anything like this before. Not even a thought. Mr Smith called to me from the table. Come here and sit, he said. I felt embarrassed again. I picked up my clothes and sat at the table. He asked, did you enjoy it. I guess, I mumbled. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, he answered. Looking up I said, I don't want anyone at school to know what we did. Is that what you're worried about, he said. Don't worry about that. What we do here is no one elses business. Looking up I asked,. It suddenly dawned on her that he might have drugged her, and with who knows what. The churning feeling went over in her stomach again and the thought of the plane going down resurrected memories of her going down on Kris before his huge cock was placed into her warm, wet fanny. He’d entered her cunt more slowly than he’d entered her butt yet she’d made no less fuss. Beth recalled the look in Kris’ deep blue eyes as his cock bottomed out, rebounding against the cervix wall, his girth filling. His hips were getting faster, the thrusts faster, harder more urgent, and she was taking it like a trooper, not as she did with me hips raising to meet my thrusts, wanting more. This was something else, a laying, accepting the inevitable, a more than filled over-satisfied giving of a sacrifice, an acceptance that whatever would be would be…. The end if end it was, was swift and decisive, he by now bucking and thrusting into her, riding her like a bronco rider, then suddenly thrusting in and.