You feel mine?" Yeah," Tracy panted, fingering Patsy's asshole. She pressed hard, the thin skin that separated Patsy's two holes being strained."Jesus..." Patsy moaned. "You two damn sex fiends are making me crazy again."Ellen looked over at her and shook her head. "You see them, Cloud? They're crazy!" She rubbed her body against the giant white stallion. His coat was rough, exciting. "Ummmm, I can't wait until you're in my asshole."Cloud twisted his head and nudged Ellen. He whinnied. Her. Not yet.MISOGUNIAYOU'RE ENVIOUSOF THEM, YOUFUCKING COWARD.YOU WANT THEMTO FEMINIZE YOURASS! YOU'RE JUSTPLAYING HARD TOGET!CIA-DirAnd you, sir, arereaching for strawsthat are not there.I have a responsibilityIn a position I rightfullyearned. And part ofthat responsibility isto try and make senseof sins committed bypast administrations.CIA-DirSins that may haveturned brilliantscientists intopotential genderterrorists. But youcannot deal with aproblem as sensitiveas this by actingrashly.CIA-DirAnd. She tried to fight him, but his hands were too strong, and he easily forced his cock against her mouth and lips. With her hands and arms now released, she clutched at his legs attempting to push herself away. He struck her face with a mighty blow causing her to go limp for a moment as she tried to regain control of her limbs. He forced his cock into her mouth and stuffed it down her throat causing her to gag and spit. He released her head enough that only her lips remained around the tip of his. "Ms. Bourgeois and Annie walked down the hall, arms around each other's waists. Patrice pulled my arm around her, and we mimicked them. Twice, Patrice's hand slipped down and squeezed my buttock. The head of my penis throbbed behind my belt buckle.Ms. Bourgeois led us into the classroom, on the way to Annie's surprise. "That's odd. I don't remember leaving the light on in the studio." A man in overalls with his back to us stood in the well-lit room. "Oh, it is Charles, from Maintenance. Good.