"That's it! I'm cumming! God, I'm wide open. I'm ready. I'm ripe. Now! I want it! Give it to me! Make me pregnant! Knock me up! Do it! Breed me!"I was... cumming really, really hard. It was amazing how hot I could make myself when I really put my mind to it. I was so flaming hot I was incandescent. I babbled continuously, begging him to cum in me every nasty way I could imagine. My body was taut and writhing as he fucked me relentlessly. Every inch of my pussy was squirming uncontrollably over. Wednesday, after the other boys had already been picked up by theirparents or taken to the bus depot, I anxiously awaited my ride. My smallsuitcase was packed and ready to go. Just as I realized I was the last,still waiting, Mrs. Alexander pulled up in the driveway. I sat mysuitcase behind the car near the trunk as Mrs. Alexander came around thecar and motioned me to her. She lovingly wrapped me in her arms and gaveme a kiss on the forehead, explaining how pleased she was to have me forthe. Kristen was puzzled she had never heard of this 'White Room', but there was every chance that this was one of Jennifer's pet projects, Kristen rarely paid full attention when she was talking with Jennifer so it was entirely possible that she had nodded and said "That would be lovely" without really paying attention to whatever Jennifer asked. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened, in fact she was pretty sure that Jennifer counted on it, there were a number of Jenny's male friends who. It was fourth grade. And nothing I’ve seen, except for the cost of medical school, has really given me any pause. I know how hard it’s going to be, and I’m prepared for it.”“Good. May I ask you about your clerical ambitions?”“I have no ambition in that regard!” I grinned. “I’m a subdeacon because Vladyka ARKADY asked me. If, at some point, after I get married, he asks me to be a deacon, I will, under protest.”“If you don’t want it, why not refuse?”“I choose to be obedient to my bishop,” I.