Every word she spoke was addressed to Mr. Caldwell only. So I did what I do best I tuned out and followed. ‘Jane.’ His accent caressed my name. ...‘Hmmm?’ ‘Were you listening to a thing I’ve said in the last 5 minutes.’ ‘No. Sorry I didn’t know you were talking to me.’ The look he gave would’ve had a lesser woman quivering in her boots and being the lesser but stubborn woman that I am I held his gaze and even glared a little. I was awarded a smirk for my efforts and a look that promised. Every girl except Lizzie who had been on shift in the control room. At first offers to 'correct' this oversight were politely rebuffed with a smile. Then it was realized that she was the only surviving virgin of any sort on planet earth. How was Lizzie going to pop her anal cherry? Who would be the lucky guy? Maybe it would be a girl. But the more obsessed we became at the thought of her untouched ass, the more important it became to Lizzie to keep it that way. Once she gave it away she would. “No!” She cried as she felt the head of his cock press against her virgin asshole. The hands gripped her harder as the r****t behind her pressed forward. She clinched as tightly as possible but felt the cockhead slowly gaining access. She screamed as it pushed through her tight sphincter muscles. Slowly parting her anal ring as the tip worked its way in. Then with a thrust the head broke through. It must have only been an inch or so but Brandi felt like someone had shoved a baseball bat inside. Get out of my life!" she said, "I'm running this show now." She wound the watch and disappeared.The Wanzor and Junior looked shocked, "Who was that?" Wendy Wanzor asked."Damned if I know," said Junior, "But it certainly wasn't one of us."She formed her bubble."Where to?" asked Wendy."Where she asked me to go before she performed that trick ... Pentwater." Junior said, as the Gypsy splashed down, along with 200 acre-feet or 65 million gallons of Bodensee water ... the German lake barely noticed..