He did this several times in rapid succession, causing me to moan and push my ass back to his finger. Now, another finger-- two fingers invading my as... then retreating, then invading again.My hands grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into my throat, again. I moaned and arched my back to his fingers. I spit his cock out of my mouth.“Fuck me,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me.”“Turn around then. Brace up on that tire,” he said, still holding the cigar in his clenched teeth.I quickly turned. "Silence please... This is Mark Lawwers (hoe ze mijn naam zo grappig uitweten te spreken hier) and he's from The Netherlands. He switched withMegan in a student exchange program as I told you earlier and now he'shere"Ik stak een verlegen handje op en knikte wat. Ja, en nu?"Tell us Mark, why did you want to follow High School in America,instead of the Netherlands? You've a very wellknown education system outthere" Yeah, I know, but I always wanted to see what it's like to be ateenager in. The tentacle slithered up my body, took hold of my bra and ripped it from my tits, exposing the hardened nipples. At the same time, the creature lifted me off the floor and spread my legs. I felt the tip of a tentacle sliding up and between my swollen lips, lubricating it with my ambrosia. The tentacle in my mouth began moving around as if it were a tongue. I succumbed to the sexual desire building up inside me. My hips undulated as the tentacle slides down my slit only to be replaced by. I sat in the large leather chair behind the huge wood desk. The desktop looked neat, even with thirty years of dust on it. I reached down to the desk's file drawer and I met with the first surprise. It was locked. Now what kind of person keeps stuff in a locked drawer when his office is 14 stories underground behind several steel doors? So, like an inquisitive kid who had just found a locked drawer in his parent's room, I jimmied the lock and looked inside.A collection of bound books sat inside.