"Hope, are you alright?" he asked, leaning his arms on his thighs as he struggled for breath. Connor stepped out of the shadows nearby. He swung somet...ing heavy. It connected solidly with the back of Marcus head, the noise frighteningly loud.Marcus staggered a step away, dropping to one knee. He put one hand down to steady himself. Connor swung again. Dizzily forcing himself inside the swing, Marcus managed to wrap his arm over the bat. Connor reached up and sprayed Hope's perfume bottle into. Even now, at a little after six, she wouldn't have really needed a light. Her office had a huge window that looked out onto the Greater Chicago area and being so high up she hadn't needed blinds to keep out prying eyes. Another reason she was quite sure she hadn't been using the lamp was that she couldn't remember ever using it. When Sophie needed to she had always used the fluorescent overheads not her desk lamp. The only explanation was that the janitor had left it on, although the office. I lowered my gaze onto his scrotum, his balls hanging and swinging, seemingly out of kilter, with his fist movements, perhaps his achievement in attracting me to see him, had him in a tizzy, in fear of my getting up and leaving him, to shoot into a barren void, he needed a female to view his seed shoot forth, this was a fertile and hot moment for him, he needed to seed me, and in some sort of primeval basic instinct, I choose to remain and accept his seeding, I was fertile soil and the moisture. Here she was, with a 15year-old virgin lad, his hormones no doubt at their peak, lacking sexual control or experience, and probably knowledge too, and she was helpless… they were alone, and she was going to be totally reliant! She quietly said, “look son, this is going to be embarrassing for us both, I can`t do much for myself so I am going to have to rely on you for everything, and some of them will be way out of your normal scope, its lucky its summer holidays or you would be at school!” he.