He puts his cock into her asshole, the latino guard back in her mouth. ‘Men, all so fuckin easy.” Natasha thought to herself. The headmistress asked her why. All five men were panting now. She pushes her skirt down her legs and off, then her stockings and finally her thong. On her birthday, every year, for eight years. She complies. “I don’t know what your little game is, but it ain’t gonna work on me.” He growled. The guard follows Natasha into the men’s bathroom. He falls back gagging and gasping, clutching his throat. The car stops. The zipping sound draws the attention of the driver, Happy Hogan. “What’s thizzzz?” The tesla button discharges, shocking Happy. The two guards sink up, as the black guard thrusts, the latino guard rears back and vis versa. Whereas the other guards kept a gentle tempo, this guard’s intent was to sexually damage Natasha. He’s rendered unconscious and falls over. She complies. “In the Men’s Bathroom.” The guard says into his radio.
