”The boy blushes and takes a step towards the door while I fall into my seat. My thong bites the crack between my buttocks.“Not so fast, young man...– or should I say ‘lady’.”“What now?”“Tsk tsk, don’t be rude. I am your mistress. Give me your clothes.”“You want me to strip?”“Everyone else has done so. I need to examine each student for possible injuries or… tattoos and such…” I hardly believe my lie myself. Even with the former headmaster, this bit was already a test of submission. Some students. But a small part of me wondered how a bunch of high school kids thought they could take a military base without penalty. At least nobody died. Yet. That we are sure of. Although that head wound sounds fatal. And we do have the best medics here. "Very well. It could have been worse. General Smith? What's the casualty numbers for the Marines?" Thirty Marines with various injury levels and several hundred Marines in what the docs describe as something similar to combat fatigue." Then Smith's voice. I promised.Angel. She was funneling money through her travel agency, but so were dozens of others, probably without even knowing what was happening. Angel just wanted to be with a rich, powerful man. So why did she bother with Davy Jones? Because he was strong?Brenda. She owned the condo. Did she know? She collected pictures of herself with powerful people. Did she collect the rent from them as well?Simon. Smart enough. Smarter than all of them. Smarter than me. Simon could manage that kind of. Her ear was in the perfect place to allow Joy to scream and moan in ecstasy through her climax, her baby pussy juices soaking her mothers grinding hand. With her hand thoroughly drenched with pussy juice, Saras cunt became so hot on her pumping hand that she trapped her hand inside of herself, her pussy milking her hand as if it were a cock emptying a load of steamy, hot cum in her dripping cunt. As Joy laid down with a glassy look in her eyes, Sara rode her hand in orgasm, pulling her hand out.