She felt pensive but trusted Mr. Newnen and Coach Gray. She wiggled on the chair a little and twitched, her folds and pucker anticipating what was to ...ome. Their cocks in her mouth and between her legs. She moaned quietly and ground her hips into the hard familiar seat.'Why don't you start with your ball?' he said looking up at her finally. She could hardly wait and got up immediately to trade the training belt for the ball. Rocking away near his desk she moaned and groaned building up a great. ‘You’re not going anywhere.’ He slowly stalked towards her. ‘I have rites!’ she yelled stomping her foot, ‘you can’t keep me here it’s illegal you fucking psycho!’ ‘You lost all rites the minute you stepped into that fucking abortion clinic.’ He spat and she gasped, already filled with shame over the huge mistake she almost made. ‘Whose peter?’ he asked coming closer towards her, his eyes shooting silver sparks of lightening, brilliant enough to make her flinch. ‘Who?’ ‘Don’t play fucking dumb. The first-class passengers acted as though they were better than him with their noses in the air as they boarded earlier that morning, taking their seats with distinguished, pompous grace. He happened to notice a curious woman who boarded in his section. He noted her eyes were trained on him as he finished the instructional video before the plane took off. Soon enough, beverages were being distributed. He came to her row, asking politely what she’d like to drink. She had a low-cut tank top and. We were still doing a language a week around the house so we would stay fluent in each. Being inquisitive they were picking up things quickly.It was Tuesday afternoon that I had another ‘Oh crap’ call come into the office. The call was forwarded to my office where I answered it. It was the lead investigator for one of the major TV news networks investigative shows. He called into the office and tried to schedule an on camera interview. Then he had the audacity to ask if they could follow me.