" Anyway, Honey, most of them really can play. I think you handled it pretty well, though in the 'big time world' you'd have just put up with it becau...e of the name recognition that went along with it."He looked around at all of them, "You are all in the 'big time world', but you've done it without compromising your integrity. That's pretty damned rare and it's something you should all be extremely proud of."Heather picked it up, "I'm not putting up with any of that shit, Honey. If that's what. .." He whispers in my ear, pushing an inch more of his huge ten inches cock inside me. I shudder and moan again, wrapping my fingers in his nearly white hair."Oh, that feels so good, go on please…" I moan. But now I desperately want him to be rough with me. It has been a long time since my last sexual encounter with an older man, especially with a cock his size. It is so big and thick and it is driving me crazy already; although he has not even really started fucking me.The old man spreads my. It seemed it took hours before I heard my name yet again. Huh, what? I looked up, this time to see him at the front of the class next to the marker board, which had his name (Mr. Peirce) and some notes we were supposed to take on Japan. I said, do you know the major exports of Japan? Uh, Iron, Steel, electronics, and automobiles? Very good. However, you havent been paying any attention all hour, and have been giving me an attitude all hour, so Im afraid Im going to have to make you stay after. He just smiled and motioned us on to the bus without saying a word. I remember thinking to myself that the experience so far had not been too bad… It was a very short trip from the airport to the base. Probably no more than a ten-minute ride. When the bus stopped the driver opened the door and a tall fellow in uniform stepped into the bus. “Gentleman”, he addressed us, “when you step out of the bus, form a single file line outside on the grinder, NOW MOVE IT!” We bummed rushed out of the bus.