There was no mention of one security issue. I wondered if we had misunderstood why we were here.Mr. Kluasman excused himself saying, "I have another m...eting; my assistant will sit in for me," and introduced Alex Bowman as Under Chairman of the Board.Mr. Bowman had a different point of view and a much different objective in his statement. He began with discussing the problems and the concerns of the staff and the students. He even disclosed a statistic that I was sure few college senior staff. Then again, the number of times I wasn't paying attention when he told me a repairman or contractor was coming was damn frequent.It was nice out, and I was enjoying showing off my finally, officially six-pack abs, so I opened the door and waited on the front step for him.He was a wall of muscle. Dark brown crew cut, not too tall, but clearly solidly packed. He wore a light tee shirt and loose pants and didn't appear to have anything on under either of them.He smiled - beautifully - as he got. She jumped at the snap but said nothing. The people that looked on looked like they were in a trance. He then took yet another and pinched her tit on the side and made sure it would stay on this time as he snapped it on the skin he held for it to hold fast to. He did this with all the mouse traps. It looked so tremendously painful, but she enjoyed every minute of it. He then took his hand and slapped her tit to slap off each trap the most painfully way he could think of. He had time left and. A short, sharp pain races through my lower body, but as quickly as it came, it is replace by a wonderful fullness. My soft, wet walls stretch around his rod, even try to clench down on it, but he is already pulling out again. I keep holding his gaze and he jerks forward, burying his length inside me once more, making me groan in delight. “Yes!” I shout, and even louder, “Yes!” He fucks me. He fucks me as hard as I need it, and the feeling of his steely flesh spearing me makes me writhe and cry.