Do more!" I whispered. I could hardly get the words out."Say what you want, freshman! Don't be shy!" Say it" he insisted, say, 'Lick my asshole!'"I di.... I begged him. I would beg for it in front of the whole school if he wanted me to."Not like that," he hissed. Don't say it that way: you sound like a Mary. Say it like a command!"I tried again, several times, until I said it with an attitude that satisfied him. It felt strange and exhilarating to speak this way to an older dude, someone I really. ..As we traveled down the road I fantasized about her while she sat next to me in the passenger seat, smelling her coconut hand lotion and the faint smell of her perfume, her black pumps, black nylons, her light blue dress settling between her thighs, her brown hair, teasingly showing from beneath her white bonnet, the long white ties of her bonnet laying over her breasts. The seat belt stretched tight between her tits, emphasizing them. They were perfect. My cock throbbed and strained against. Whoever is supposed to be your first line of defense has already been compromised or is dead. Either way, I can tell by your body language that we are in trouble. So give me a gun and step off into the shadows. There is no sense letting them know where you are until you start shooting."My calm words and logical statement had the desired effect, and Roberta Ellison, Supervising Agent in Charge of Special Operations, handed me not one, but two Glocks. She smiled when she handed over the second. I gently reached up, cupping one of them with one hand and ran my thumb over the bud, eliciting a quiet whimper from my lips. I carefully slipped out of my leggings, a tiny stream of wetness connecting my needy pussy to my wet leggings. I let my fingers drop down to gently touch the length of my slit. Even standing up my toes curled and I had to bite my lip to restrain a noise. Giving in, I gently rested back on my bed and immediately spread my legs. One hand was cupping my breast and the other.