Right before the planted memory was supposed to take place, the pointers are skewed. But I think... That's it. The real memory is here, but it's fragm...nted to hell. Looks like they just scrambled the real memory figuring no one would find it anyway. This will just take a minute."I waited patiently, feeling his mind send probe after probe out, then finally felt a few commands mixed in. I didn't dare attempt to probe what he was doing, for he had already told me that my probes interfered with his. God, her sweet butt looked so good inside those sexy panties. She quickly covered her breasts with the towel and clothes she was carrying, but not before I got a very good view, even in the dark hallway, of her absolutely gorgeous young teenage body. She gave me this sexy little "oops" look as she quickly darted into her bedroom. I moved into the bathroom, my cock was throbbing inside my shorts, as I locked the door, dropped my shorts to my ankles and began to jerk off thinking of the sight I. She was dressed modestly yet I could tell she was very busty and her hips were perfectly sized to her frame but really provided that hourglass figure that I found attractive.The scotch had not yet effected my brain to the point that arousal was subdued. Within a couple minutes of watching her on the TV my fantasies developed into an erection, such as it was. At this point I need to explain to the reader, all my life I had been embarrassed at how poorly I was equipped. As a school k** I hated. " he pauses, "we aren't a university of academic education."You stare at him, confused. You weren't the brightest after all. "We're a sex school."You stare at him. "..." Yes, we teach all sorts of sexual arts. And we extended an invitation to you to join our school because we thought you would be a perfect candidate, knowing your high school history."You lick your lips and nod. "Now, we want you to feel right at home as we will give you your tour. Afterwards, you shall have an interview. So, we.