Tami waited for the inevitable, then it came. The cold, wet feel of the dildo against her anus. She exhaled and met Brendo’s gentle push with a push of her own as if she were trying to shit, so that her muscles would more easily accept the intrusion. Much as she hated to admit it, the two of them had become very practiced at this little dance from all the times he had inserted that anal monitor thing during those other experiments. They were a team. “Miss Smithers has ex

19. Finally I note the one conversation I witnessed involving Maik-lings. Principal Zhou and I were talking about drainage infrastructure for the Phase III Construction Program when he received a call about an act of vandalism on the football field fence. Such incidents are very rare in China. Mr. Zhou told me the situation, and said, “We’re investigating . . . of course it can’t be the Maik-lings, they never do anything wrong, but Chyou and Qinyang are possible witness

How College Is Different from High School by Tami Smithers Ms. Fieldstone, English Comp I01 My first impression in September was that the campus of Campbell-Frank College is very beautiful. I never saw such green grass all over. There are a lot of trees too, big ones, and when all those leaves fell in October it was very pretty. We have a nice fall season in Rhode Island, too, but not like this. And now the snow is about to start. The buildings are laid out wel

Bleaahhhhhh. The bitter taste of that “barium milkshake” still lingered in her throat. She had bravely gulped it down as the team stood around her in that cold sterile lab, perhaps taking extra interest in the tectonic tremors of her breasts as she took gulp after nasty gulp. Now, in the brightly lit gym, Dareen turned her attention to the task at hand, the strength test. These were the heaviest barbells that could be obtained, apparently; in her mind she added u

Tami looked lazily out the window. The tree-covered hills were still and hot in the midday sun. Looking ahead, she noticed a police car had stopped someone. She eased her bare foot off the gas so that she was going 55. McMasters was right; there was a speed trap here. A lazy, hot, dusty day. There hadn’t been much rain lately. She licked her lips. Only coffee and a doughnut for breakfast, she was getting hungry. The moron in front of her in the BMW,

Angela supposed she should be admiring the virtuosity of these two girls. “Throaters” and “Plungers” each had an online page on which they discussed the most effective techniques in bringing the Sire to orgasm. Angela had somehow gotten “friended” but didn’t mind it because the material that came her way was pretty amusing. Kai-Kai could not reach orgasm from prostate stimulation alone, which one might think relegated Plungers to second-class status, playing second fiddle so