Softly breathing over your breasts, you kiss my head, and your passion builds. As I stand, you start to unbutton my pants, your hands working frantica...lly at my crotch. Kissing you in between I remove my shirt. I am in a near frenzy on your neck and lips. As my pants fall to the floor I can feel your hands on my shaft. You start to squirm, and shake and I can feel you move your legs. I reach down, cupping your buttocks, and as I lift, I slide inside your warmth. You wrap your legs and arms. .. we abort." Don looked up at her and nodded."You're to abort at any setback that might risk everyone. We are NOT suiciding over this." Don's gaze went from person to person, and all three nodded. "Continue." We THINK we know where the slaves are kept, but we're not sure, naturally. Our job will be to find them, see how many we're dealing with and their condition, then set a beacon in that building and wait. That'll be the signal for phase two." She hit some keys and the view changed. "The. Clara had ended up in Tony, the class fat kid's. As the names went on, it became clear that not everyone in there was from that class. There were a first grader, a second grader, and two sixth graders in the class, with several of the usual class members gone. Realizing what this meant, Ms. Foster told everyone to remain where they were, and she went out the door. Several minutes later, she walked back in, looking very pale. "All right everyone" she yelled out again, "It looks like. Please PLEASE please… Sir, please fuck my pussy, Sir,” I beg, loud enough to ensure that everyone can hear it, wanting the room to get as much pleasure out of my begging as I was getting out of it. I roll my hips, moaning again. “Oh PLEASE fuck my tight, little pussy, Sir, PLEASE!?” I moan, trying to look over my shoulder at you, my eyes wide with excitement and lust. "I would LOVE to feel your cum inside of me, Sir," I pant, trying to make eye contact with you. "PLEASE, please, Sir.... please.