"GODDAMMIT, Tina! Why do you always have to be such a bitch?" I yelled. I told Mr. Riswell that Jane needed the nurse. "Can you get her there?" he ask...d. I answered, "Yes, but I want that bitch punished." Mr. Riswell looked at Tom Turner, and said, "Mr. Turner, would you escort Miss Minner to Mr. Robinson's office?" Tom, who hated her as much as the rest of us said, "It would be my pleasure." He took her by the arm and directed her to the door.I looked at Jane and asked her if she could walk.. Most of us were in our twentiesor early thirties and all the women were beautiful. Theonly exception was Major Hemsley-Smythe and his wife.The major was in his fifties whilst his wife was someten years younger. She was still an absolute knockoutof a woman tall, with a slim waist and large breasts.We were given glasses of a peculiar tasting drink,which I later found out was a powerful aphrodisiac; thewaiters kept refilling our glasses, almost forcing itdown us. We waited for the President with a. Again no high school girl had done this to me yet and being a new experience brought me to full hardness almost instantly. As she kept burying my dick in her throat I began finger fucking her pussy again. As I did this I suddenly felt her finger pressing against my asshole. I'm not sure why but I moaned push it in and she did. Since I had her and my cum all over from our first session it went in surprisingly easy. She slowly worked her finger all the way into me and then swallowed as she deep. A porch light came on and the door opened. Standing there with just a small white towel wrapped around his waist was Mr. Clean.I shit you not. This young man looked just like Mr. Clean the man used to sell clean liquids. No hair on his head and a hard rock looking body. He was probably 6-4 , 240 and all muscle. The voice was low but gentle. He invite me in. The cabin was small probably 20 by 20. A third which was where the door was as you entered was the kitchen with a bathroom at the back. The.