“Just think how easy it will be for us to take your children and do the same. If we can get ahold of the president’s daughter, the daughter of one...of the most powerful countries in the world, how easy it will be to take the rest of yours.” His tone suddenly changes, becoming angrier. “I will not hesitate to broadcast the execution of any one of your children for the whole world to see.”Then just as quickly as the warning was broadcast it ceases. The feed is cut, the site goes dark. Chairs shift. “You need caning, hard,” Miss Roberts said, extracting a slender rattan cane from her tall cupboard and facing Clare. “Lift your dress.”Clare kicked off her heels and wriggled the soft jersey to her waist, revealing her obligatory white cotton bikini panties. Miss Roberts insisted on innocent panties. Having her panties chosen for her delivered healthy doses of shameful obedience leading up to her appointment. Sometimes forced to wear them beneath a smart professional suit, they heaped. If there was one thing they could do to draw attention in the quiet library, it was to make noises like that. But so far their luck was holding out.Alan had forgotten completely about Glory's comment, but she finally prodded him, "Well?!"He managed to respond, "Take a look for yourself."She stuck a foot out, and bumped into Xania's legs. It appeared that Xania's body was in the right position for a blowjob, but Glory still had trouble believing she was really doing that. "As if I'm going to go. I couldn’t think. I felt my eyes roll back into my head. I was again dizzy and felt like passing out. I was nowhere yet I knew where I was. All I could do was feel what was happening, and take whatever he gave me, that being his cock now repeatedly slamming into my body. This was no love making, it was an all-out fucking war.His thrusts quickened and each time he slammed into me, he pulled my hair back. I could feel the tension in my jaw line and the pressure on my stretched throat made it.