Then he moved one hand slowly down and pulled up my dress. His hand then danced where no man’s hand had ever gone before. I moaned, first out of fea... but then for a moment out of pleasure. He stopped his caressing and took me in both hands and sat me upon a crate. I saw him undo his belt and drop his short pants to his ragged boots. Then for the first time I saw a man’s enlarged member. But he was quick to move back to me and pull my dress up. Again I felt him move his hands around my cilt and. He ran to the toy drawer and pulled out the wrist and ankle restraints. Then he tossed the flipped the blindfold and the gag on the bed. "Can you at least put these on?", he pleaded. You figured, what the hell, he wasn't going to get you tied up with the 9 minutes he had left, so what the hell. "Sure", you said as you buckled the gag in place and slipped the blindfold over your eyes. Soon you felt him fumbling with the clasp on one wrist... then an ankle... then the other side. Fine, you. She said: "I’ve thought a lot about last Friday and what I did. What we all did and I couldn’t get out of my mind that I shouldn’t have done that. It’s not your fault, either of you. It was my fault, just something that happened and it was wrong. I felt dirty and I guess it was a one time thing.” “It also felt good,” I said and Vanessa poured us some more wine. Sherry was blushing and said: “It felt very good…the best…but still…that doesn‘t make it right.” I said: “Well it’s our secret. However thesetypes of issues would fade with time. What really bothered me was theattitude many of them had towards the students. Not all the students mindyou, just those who were, to put it one way, the 'alternative" kids.Like most school we had our punks, our Goths and even some pseudo-hippies. Iwas amazed how many teachers actively screened their class so that none ofthese "freaks" ended up among their normal students. Of course the studentssensed this attitude and there were problems. While.