I made her go in and get the room something a girl like her had not done before anyone in the office could most have known she was going to get fucked... I had her walk up the stairs ahead of me so I could look at her ass. She walked in the room I slammed the door shut and turned the lock just as we had talked about once in the room it was time to play. No more small talk the only safe words she had was two colors yellow for she liked the sensation but it was too hard and red for stop. Some. Fixing herself a light meal she settles in for an early night. Hours later the dream starts again, more powerful this time the stabbing in her breasts is almost violent and she cries out loudly feeling as if something is digging into them. The sensation on her nipples is painful, a strong pulling like being milked, whimpering now Sabine thrashes about on the bed, the unseen molester ‘stings’ her upper body and it goes limp as the sucking lessens and the pain turns to pleasure again. As before. Everyone won. It also helped that all the cheerleaders, sports team members and the student body in general had signed a petition asking that the girls be kept on as cheerleaders. The thing that clinched the deal was the fact that even the girls, and their parents, who stood to gain a spot on the squad if my girls were not there anymore, signed the petition.When I went back into the bedroom, Victoria was still asleep. It was unusual for her to sleep this long. Poor thing, I must have worn her. Moira cooed and mumbled supportively until Shelly calmed down enough to speak. ‘Why doesn’t anyone love me?’ she whispered. My heart broke. In my mind, I saw a banner hanging over the bed that said, ‘Mission Failed!’ jeering me with accusing red letters. I shook my head to clear away the image. This wasn’t the time for self-pity. I hopped up and went to the other side of the bed, where I knelt and put my arms around Shelly from behind, resting my forehead against her smooth, tanned back..