The elementary teachers only got the thirty minute lunch hour, and sometimes it wasn't enough to recover and get ready to put up with the kids for the... last couple of hours a day.Most days, Mrs. Clark was just happy enough to sit in the break room, try to bring her blood nicotine level back into balance, and try to gather her strength, while she wished she taught at the high school, wondering what had ever convinced her she wanted to teach elementary school.At that, she was glad she'd turned. He felt a pleasant tingling in his loins as he imagined how he would be rewarded. The tingle quickly turned into a feeling of longing and humility. He had to earn his reward! And he would. He would dedicate all his abilities to his new mission. But he had to be careful and not arouse suspicion.Again, he admired the skills of the person who had brainwashed him. It was a true masterstroke. He had trained for years to harden his mind against most methods. Hypnosis, pheromones, drugs and even. Athletic, thick, phat what ever you want to call a Beyonce build. How was I able to pick her up months ago in a grocery store is beyond me, I was a lucky man. As you know I’m an ass man and my girl have what I need. All she has to do is to stick her ass in my face to get me exited, she knows this and treats me as so sometimes.I followed her into the house after we hugged and she ran up the stairs into towards the bathroom all the while telling me to come in with her she could pee and talk, for. I simply booked a couple of tickets and accommodation for a two weeks holiday in a sunny north Queensland. She was so happy, when I told her... We arrived at the Cairns Airport on Friday, late in the afternoon. It was oppressively hot and humid. After a five hour trip Monique went straight for the shower, whilst I spent some time extracting a very special package out of my anus. One sealed, one inch long package containing pure MDMA powder. I broke the seal, and made a couple of iced gin and.