Rolling to a side, Max narrowly avoided the shots that his sadism assailant fired at him. Spinning around to return fire, his eyes widened as he saw that the black armored Battle Scout Bondage wasn’t there anymore. Combat awareness was stressed as vital in class, but it was difficult to tell who was where in the heat of the battle. Eyes darting about, Max could not find his pursuer, and began to panic as he felt himself freeze on the spot. He couldn’t think of anything to do; it was hopeless, the black armored Battle Scout was just toying with him, and would eventually pick him off. Unable BDSM to come up with a better plan, Max broke into a run as he began to run as far away as possible from where his attacker had last been. Just as he began to do so, however, boots thudded heavily down on the ground behind him, and Max fell over just in time to dodge the pellets that had been aimed at his back. Spinning around so that his back was to the ground, Max held out his weapon at the black armored Battle Scout who was standing over him. Even though he had a helmet on, Max just knew that his attacker must have been wearing a triumphant smirk on his face as he stood over his outclassed opponent. Slowly, he lifted his pistol up, training it on Max’s head for the finishing blow. But the one mistake the Zeta Battle Scout made was in underestimating fetish Max. In the time it took him to raise his weapon, Max had managed to pull himself together and squeezed the trigger on his weapons. The blue pellets left the barrel of his weapon, and Max watched as it splattered over the Zeta Battle Scout’s firing hand, liquefying into a blue liquid and then domination quickly solidifying again so that it froze his hand and weapon. Max had disarmed him. Unlike the overconfident Zeta Battle Scout, Max did not waste any time, quickly jumping to his feet and firing another shot to his helmet. The helmet solidified, and Max pumped his fist into the air in victory before turning to help his losing teammates. The snipers had taken care of the five first years perched on the stone blocks, and their left and right flanks had been destroyed. While it was unlikely that the first years could rally back into victory, at least Max had taken down one of the Zeta Battle Scouts. They would surely take that into consideration when selecting first year recruits. But suddenly, Max felt a hand grab at his shoulder, spinning him around so that he was looking right at the enraged black armored Battle Scout, except now without his helmet. With his weapon hand and helmet frozen by the blue pellets, he must have used his free hand to pull off his helmet to come and grab Max, which was against the rules. “What are you-“ Max began to say, but was cut off as the older student slammed his knee up into his solar plexus. With the wind knocked out of him, Max crumpled to the ground as he gasped for air, clutching at his midsection. CGB walked into the room with a scowl on his face. I quivered as he moved down my body, his hands gripping my inner thighs, keeping my legs opened wide. Either way, you better get used to it. I knew fetish I had better produce one more chicken soup flavored load of cum. “Good, thank you all for everything that you’ve told me. Next I’ll speak with Lorraine and her pets.” “I see that you’re both BDSM thinking about sex now. “Lori, suck me hard…get me wet…when I’m ready, slip me inside Kelly’s pussy.” Unfortunately I have to take a different bus to Ryan and mine goes about 5 minutes after Ryan’s. We walk to the bus stop together but I’m left waiting for an extra few minutes. Her pussy is still slick Bondage with her own juices and I have no trouble sliding in. She take my entire length in one go with a gasp and groan all in one. As if tired of sadism just looking, she domination began giving me a few slow strokes. Their tongues danced over my cock, caressing me, brushing each other. “A son does not get to pick his father.”