You are an unknown, and I don’t want you interfering in the situation and possibly creating a problem. Do you understand?”“Yes, but I was only d...ing my job.”“No, Mistress Collins. You job is to aid us after we have established contact with the survivors and after we have evaluated the situation. If the survivors are peaceful, then you can help them. If there is a problem and I think negotiation will help, I will call you forward and allow you to negotiate with the survivors from a safe. As I tounged his juicy ass, savoring his delicious juices, I noticed Kevin jerking Coach's cock into his mouth, lapping up every drop of pre-cum. Coach moaned again and again, finally grabbing Kevin by his hair and shoving his cock deep into his throat. Kevin gagged, then his eyes went up into his head as wave upon wave of Coach's seed flooded his mouth."Alright you little fuckers" said Coach, "Enough of warm-ups, lets see what you can do!"Coach then led us to the backroom in the office. . I said what guy. She said pick one of the seventy messages you have or I could call a friend of mine. I said I don't know about this I have never done anything like this before. She said you have never grown boobs and dressed like a sexy slut either but you are now.She called her male friend before I could say no. He said he'll be right over and he's bringing a bag of reefer. We'll just party get to know each other and see what happens okay? I reluctantly said okay. I went to the bathroom to. It was more humiliating that anything in my whole life. "Look, what have we here!" laughed Kirsten. The tension in my rectum was really painful, but I forgot it for a moment as I saw my throbbing cock: the spike pressed my prostate, causing my erection. "I'm sure it’s at least as good as the Devil's cock!" mocked Kirsten. "Tell us, you filthy boy, have you fornicated with the Devil?"She didn't even wait for my reply, just turned the handle again. The spike pushed itself deeper into my anus by.