At that moment there was a knock at the door, which stopped Mrs. Johnson mid sentence. “Drat, what is it now” she muttered as she headed to the do...or. She opened the door and exchanged some words with the person in the hall. She came back into the room with a slip of paper in her fat fingers and stopped in front of Amanda’s desk. “I don’t know what you’ve been up to today Amanda. But you are to report to Coach Jacobs’ office immediately. Here is your hall pass.” She handed the pass while looking. They had one of those remote controlled tracked bomb inspection units loaded with sensors and cameras. The thing moved at a snails pace. After it made an initial inspection bomb sniffing dogs would check it out if there were any doubts.They had laptops on the back of several cars monitoring the thing and looking at the camera. I thought 'what the heck' and walked over to the car where everyone was gathered and looked over Eric's shoulder at the camera feed.By now the media was parked out on the. Decorated in pale rose and green with miniature portraits of the ladies who used to occupy the room, it was the very place of femininity. She must have lain there for an hour or so, just thinking, when suddenly she heard fumbling in the room next door. Her eyes darted to the connecting door, and she heard a lot of cursing and then a loud bump, followed by another string of oaths. She sat up in bed just as the noise drew closer. The connecting door swung open and Derek stood there, filling the. 'Tell me you want it.' James was loving his new role, even though it was a perversion against what he had been raised to believe, it just felt right and so, just like the whores he jerked off too, he acted like one and said, 'Ooh, I want it. Please fuck me. Please!'The hairdresser pressed his cock against the waiting cunt and eventually, after much prying, the tip of his cock popped in. James howled: a mixture of pain and pleasure as he was impaled on the massive cock. 'That's it. Be my girl..