It seemed McGregor was not keen to do so or perhaps he wanted the husband to think about the terrible state of his life and be desperate enough to acc...ept McGregor’s terms no matter what they were. Either way, the husband finally sucked in his breath, stiffening himself for the blow as he broke the quiet by asking, ‘And what would that be, Sir?’ McGregor grinned actually, drumming his fingers on the dust covered table as he turned and gazed at the husband. ‘I want the child your wife is. No! Please Ms. Johnson! My mom….my dad is hurt so bad, and mom is paying for this school and working so hard, putting in over-time all the time, and….oh, like, I canNOT fail this Ms. Johnson. Pleassssse… Jamie begged. I cant say you did work you didnt Jamie. Its not fair to everyone else. I feel bad for your mom, and I know about the situation, but dont push this off on me. The responsibility is on you. Danielle looked straight at her. Please, give me some time to do the homework. History just. She does not want to arrive at the door tripping and on her knees. She rings the doorbell and waits. And waits. And waits.It really isn’t that long, but to her, it is a millennium. She feels the wetness between her legs, and squirms as she waits. And after what is only three or four minutes, but in her mind forever, Donald opens the door.Now it should be mentioned here and now, so to understand further along, Donald has been watching her since she pulled into his drive. He has surveillance. “This is a time and number contest,” Doc said almost excitedly. “You get so many points for each minute you stay in the contest and additional points for each orgasm. It’s a twenty-minute contest, so it is possible that several of the sluts will stay in for the whole time. That means the number of orgasms might decide the winner.”“What takes them out of the contest?” David asked.Doc laughed, “Again,” he said, “I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but the point is to orgasm as many times as.