Hastily noticing the table location, Zuzana placed the materials at the end of the table nearest the wall, where a serene picture of the Vtalva River ...as mounted. Behind the majestic canvas, in the wall, was the secreted microphone placed three weeks prior.Zuzana made her move while leaving the room. She discretely popped the button of her blouse, simultaneously unclasping her Fay-Miss brassiere; its front clasp design imported from America precisely for this very reason. Most European. "Leave her alone! All of you go ... go now, or I'll punish each and every one of you," Thema yelled at the older women of her tribe. "Zuberi considers her a queen ... so you leave her alone. She will stay with me ... go ... go!"The women, who were much older and supposedly wiser than the young Thema, all knew their position in the tribe. This young woman would soon be Queen and she was of the highest order, being the daughter of their chief. Thema had reached the age of maturity in their. They aren't gonna hurt her." This isn't kids stuff, Coach Hammer." She refused to be so personal as to call him Mike. "I've had two janitors scrubbing her name off of bathroom walls all week. This is intimidation!"Mike knew he wasn't gonna win this one. "I'll see what I can do to calm 'em down a bit," he said. "You know how kids are, they just got carried away." I expect you'll rein them in, A-S-A-P."Mike rolled his eyes, but the principal pretended not to notice. "Of course," he said,. I turned to the others and they all nodded their approval. I turned back to Brianne, reached out and took her hand in mine and pulled her closer. As I kissed her, I reached around and untied the top to her bikini and let it fall. Then I knelt down in front of her and slowly slid her bikini bottoms off. Still kneeling in front of this delicious young dish, I looked up at her blonde bush, leaned forward and kissed her pussy. Her body trembled and Ginger said she looked like she was going to.