" Thank you, sir," I choked out. I was twenty-three years old and it sounded as if my voice was changing."There's not much doubt we could use you in t...is organization," he said.I didn't say anything at all now. I was praying that Bill Bowman wouldn't get too aggressive, maybe piss somebody off or something. I'd never seen Bill Bowman piss anybody off, ever. But I was afraid, anyway."What about a curve ball?" Flanagan said. "I didn't see you throw any curves."Bill took that one. "He hasn't got a. Shelia looked at me for a moment as she started to ask why then it came to her why I needed it as she saw the towels in my hand. "Oh," she said.I went into the class room and lay the paddle and the two towels on the table up front, then moved some chairs back. I sent a text to Marcy who was working the front desk, "Turn on the camera in the class room and record it. Please." The little red light went on immediately."Slaves, assume the position facing the table," I said.As soon as they started. The video was still playing. I looked intently into her eyes. No words were spoken. She knew my desires."Want some?" she indifferently asked.There were four slices left in the third, and final, box. It was not pizza I wanted."NNNoo, III'mm really not hungry. Shouldn't you be getting back?" This was only a formality. I thought it should be mentioned."You want me to leave?"She read my mind, "No... No!" Well let's put on some music!" she replied. She got up from the couch, turned off the tube, and. She glances up at his semi-erect cock, covered in spit and cum, dropping, and gripped in one hand with slow strokes. Please, she begs, I did what you wanted. You think that was it? I said I was going to fuck you, cunt. No, no! Please no more! I cant take it, please you fucked my mouth, please, please, please, she sobs and it turns into a blubbering mess as she falls into a heap on the ground. Shes speaking inaudibly at this point, trying to get him to take pity on her. Keep begging, bitch, it.