When I re-entered, I felt like every man on the planet who has ever had to wear a condom, I appreciated the protection but hated that sort of "numb" f...eling. I was again becoming aware of my performance and didn't want “Mr softy” to return. I slid back inside her immediately and began some slow and rhythmic thrusts. That seemed to work. With each glide in and out, I tried to be as creative as I could. I contorted, twisted and rotated. I began reacting to her body's reactions and did more of. “We might soon have to expand Moon Hall at this rate! Very well done! I chose well, didn’t I, when I picked you! Can you tell me their names while they sleep?” Frankie actually got out a clipboard for a roster, while Hannelore and she groped me repeatedly.“Well, Sarita you know, of course. And Carlita. Sarita Doukas and Carlita Sanjuro. My first two converts or recruits, whatever you want to call them. This guy here is Lyle Faircloth. He got a little confrontational at first when he caught me. You the smartest damn one anyway." Not smarter than Christie." The Valedictorian."Christie!" I smirked. "Christie got whale-size brains an' bait-size tits. She ain't had uh date since the birth uh Christ. You got brains, looks an' personality an' the only reason you behind that uber-dweeb in anything is 'cause you out that week and had to take a make-up test still sick." I shook my head and looked out the window. "Assholes lucky you show up at all. Then you sit here an' bitch 'cause you better. Making sure the parking area was clear, she leaned the seat back, raising her apron and unzipping her black dress pants, she touched the soft place between her legs. Keeping a watch through the extra dark tint windows of the truck, she imagined her boss, a punk kid with a power trip walking up to her window and finding her fucking herself. The thought amused her for a few minutes until she began to feel the benefits of her fingers in her clit. He was the last thing she wanted to see at that.