Every four years the finest senior cadets converge here, display their skills and knowledge competing and thus help to revaluate training procedures o... our Academies. For over twenty years, since I was chosen to be the leader of this, dare I say Elite school, our Cadets won this contest. While it is no forgone conclusion that Newport will win this year, it is nevertheless almost certain. So to all you who visit us and compete let me say that your very efforts are noted and respected and there. ." Chantelle tried to grin, but it faded.Claudio had been sitting back in a corner of the limousine, looking out the window. He suddenly sat forward and gesticulated wildly, like he was breaking someone's neck in mid air."If anyone ever hurt you, I'd tear them limb from limb!" Oh Claudio, don't be so dramatic..." said Chantelle unconvincingly.The three of us sat quietly the rest of the way, which was only a few blocks, but took fifteen minutes in the evening traffic. Claudio turned up the music. I want you to really treat me like a slut, fuck my face, and then I want you all to fuck the shit out of me."Keith then slowly began to thrust at my face. I made a large "O" shape with my mouth and quite literally this young boy face fucked me for a few minutes. By now my cunny was dripping with juice again as I was treated roughly by Keith and the others. Whilst being force-fed his cock, Steve began pulling my hair roughly."You dirty fucking tart!" he exclaimed. "How much fucking cock can you. “Ok then, what about me, what do you have me down me as?” I must have gone a bit red as she said, “It’s a dirty one isn’t it?” “No… yes, sorry.” “Tell.” “Actually I imagine you as a ballet dancer, because of your figure; you’re very elegant and move with grace,” I said. “That means you must also think I’m a hooker.” I blushed and expected her to slap me or throw her coffee over me and walk out, but she laughed instead. “I knew it,” she said. “I’m sorry, but, actually, I think of you as a.