?What if I wanted to share it? What if I wanted everyone to know what a good girl you are???Whatever you want,? she panted desperately. ?Anything.??Oo...h, good girl.? He cranked up the vibrator to full. ?Cum for me, baby. Just like this.?He pounded the vibrator into her ass mercilessly. She was pulling so hard that he could see red marks appearing on her wrists, but she wasn’t trying to escape. She was gasping and groaning, trying to push herself onto the toy. It took less than a minute for her. Armstrong and his ugly secretary. Scotsdale boys were never referred to as children, for one thing. The accepted term was "men" or "young men". Their principal's reference to the teenagers as children only proved something the boys had long suspected about the grey-haired head of the school. He was insincere, and pompous, unfit to be the head of Scotsdale School. What was more, no one had called either of them a "brat" since their father's former wife, 'old Carolyn', and they knew what they'd. And I could not imagine how I would manage such a task."Inspiration came to me the day that I was scrying through my crystal orb, viewing through it a battle that was taking place very near to my own borders. I had just summoned an army of undead to deal with the southern army when I spotted someone standing on a hill, watching the battle. I inspected the young man, Lucas here," he said, gesturing at the cage beside me, "and I could sense something about him. He wore foreign clothes, had. I did notice that Elsa and Cindy were carrying slightly large purses. They were sometimes the packhorses for the other girls’ cosmetics, but in the outer side pockets of their purses, where they were very accessible, sat Glock 30s and spare magazines of ammunition.After our dinner, we went into the lounge to enjoy the jazz and dance. The place had more couples in it, including the two separate couples who had sat near us in the dining room of restaurant.I watched Elsa strike up a conversation.