You whisper as you lean down towards her face. "Yes, I know, little slut." Your slap is hard enough to redden her face it but not loud enough to be he...rd outside. Then you grab her arm and push her up against the desk. She falls back as you lift and spread her legs inside her uniform skirt, forcing her knees wide. As always when you come to see her she's not wearing underwear.Neither are you. You pop the shiny brass belt buckle on your bell bottom trousers allowing them to drop down. You lean. "I know you're afraid," he said. “Don’t be. It was the old ways that brought our race down. You know that as well as I. The GenSlaves have risen against us because they use a much older method of procreation. It is fate that has decreed this day, Mother. I am the only one of our kind with viable sperm. You are the only one with living eggs. Together, we will bring about the rebirth of our race. This I know, for although it has only been forty years since my emergence from the birthing. Angela asked if we could have a nice brunch to celebrate her new status as a “woman” as she called it, giggling and then go shopping again. I said that would be a great way to spend the day. We went out to a nice Italian restaurant and had Eggs Benedict and I ordered her a champagne and OJ to recognize her “womanhood”. We toasted our incredible evening and actually we were having a wonderful time with nice conversation. A lot of people glanced our way because Angela is really a stunning beauty. Over & over & over again. It was blissful. She was finally getting her just deserts & had no way of getting off my cock. Then I lifted her off midway through her scream with pleasure, threw her on the bed & thrust my cock inside her sweet petite asshole which was now well lubricated. 'You dirty fucking bastard' she screamed 'NO! Don't, please', she begged but I knew secretly she wanted it. It was her first anal experience, I think. I slid all the way in & her scream was deafening. I put a belt.