"Yup," the big boy grunted as he threw her over his shoulder."Oh, goodie," the pretty torture mouse squealed and blew Kathy a little "see-you-later" k...ss.Kathy found herself keeling before Principal Krok, unzipping his blue pinstriped pants and helping herself to a long draw on his man-log. She was soon rewarded with a thick white stream of administrative spunk across the bridge of her nose.Tres chic! Kathy thought as she admired his cockwork in her compact mirror."Thanks, Principal Krok," she. Cat also convinced me to set the busts up in a circle, on a table, facing out. They were lit from above, by multiple, angled spot lights. The table was covered with some black, shiny cloth. The men were sent in and told to circle the table up to three times, make their choice of favorite breasts, and then fill out a short questionnaire about why they chose that bust.I used fifty men, age eighteen to twenty-five, fifty men age twenty-six to thirty-five, fifty men age thirty-six to forty-five,. Oh, hi, Arxy. The situation has changed a little bit. We need for your dragons to attack those strange looking aliens who seemed to be guarding that machine. In the meantime, my women and I will attempt to destroy the machine. It that strategy OK with you?Oh, that sounds like fun. Can we kill them all, or just a portion of them?Go ahead and kill them all, if you don't mind. Otherwise, they could become a big nuisance.Arxy agreed, so I left it to him to deploy his dragons and get on with the. Sanchez was teaching shop class, Marcie was busy servicing me in front of everyone, and none objected. Not even Mr. Sanchez seemed to mind, though being a Companion to a Sage might have had something to do with that. He just kept teaching the class as if nothing was different, though he had his eyes focused on Ryan and Jordan, both of whom seemed eager to gratify him ... and me. After all, I was to be the Archon, the future leader of the world, and those who stood with me also stood to profit.