Denise deserved to be angry with me also. I had been a part of that conversation too. I should have said something to Karen, to get her to stop talkin..., a lot earlier than I had. I think I was too busy thinking about my own possible pleasures with both Denise and Karen, to bother with thinking about how far her words were being broadcast to the students sitting around us. I didn't remember having said anything that compromised Denise's reputation, but I had said enough to help confirm some of. I thought to myself I wonder if I signal to him that I am interested if anything would come of it. As he past me this last time I smiled and signaled for him to pull over. He drove about 300 yards past then pulled onto a dirt road and went out of sight. I thought he was gone. As I reached where he turned off I could see his SUV just down the road pulled off in the woods. My heart began to pound. As I approached his vehicle I could tell he was checking me out. He was a handsome older gentleman.. Most had similar difficulty to what I was going through. The two 'watchers' did not however and started to draw pistols. The man shot them both with the same device he had used on Phil. In a similar fashion he stripped them both, male and female and secured them the same way.At the same time the FA wanted to administer an injection to which my girls 'violently' opposed. Katya began to 'demand' Phil Brown, saying he was assigned to help us. The FA almost laughed. I am trying to help dear, now. Hou hiermee op. Laat me asjeblief gaan." De jongen kreunde. Hij was zo heet als wat. Zijn protest klonk niet echt overtuigend. Hij kreunde. De seksuele gevoelens overmanden hem. "Ik ben je gejammer beu ! Meisjes, slipjes !" Drie meisjes deden prompt hun slipjes uit en overhandigden ze aan de leidster. "Mond open kereltje !" De leidster propte drie stinkende slipjes in zijn mond. "Nu ga ik je goed pakken." Met één hand leidde ze zijn dikke stengel naar haar kut. Ze spreidde haar benen. Zijn ogen.