I hated to ride there because on the roughest roads, it bounced you nearly to the roof. I was stuck there today.We started off to the first stop, and ...nothing seemed unusual. When Mrs. Waller was dealing with a twisty, steep part of the road, three of the biggest high school football players came back to the bench seat, and sat down beside me. One sat really close to me, and squished me against the side of the bus.The one sitting next to me grabbed one of my breasts, and squeezed. It hurt, and I. I smiled, and took her hand and led her into the bathroom. It was a special ed. bathroom, so I knew it would be deserted. No one liked to use these bathrooms. I took her to a stall and pulled her in. We shared a passionate kiss and my hands began to do some exploring. I felt her exquisite ass and then headed north. I felt her full, soft titties. Making sure to spend extra time squeezing the nipples, which made her moan into my mouth. I stoped and said to her, "Wow, you're a great. On his back now and in fetal position, poor Wesley tries protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even grab hold of his own package the Klingon bitch rapists are about him one grabbing and holding his arms above his head while the other two had him by the legs spreading them wide open. "No more. Please, no more. I can't take it, please let me go," Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, redden hard teen dick. "We'll send you home soon, bitch," replies the Klingon. The reason the group remained secret was due to their operating procedures. Ninety-nine percent of their ‘internships’ were awarded to women. They were all especially beautiful young women who were required to have a three hour interview with each of the Directors.Spencer had been hired by the corporation five years back after he retired from the CIA. In addition to his job with Zander, Spencer had also been given a management job with a large firm in the city. It was, so to speak, his cover.