What also had to be done was planning for the next year; as in planting crops, and in building new quarters for the people we had living with us, and ...or the people we might bring back.That was a matter that got discussed often by my advisors and me. We were heading south to confront Winslow and his people. If we won, several questions existed that had to be answered by me before I left. The fact was that all sorts of things might occur after the encounter. Winslow had well over a hundred. Another glance over at Jenny told her that it would be a battle for the cute Japanese-American girl to maintain her very traditional public decorum.Up front, Mr. Spencer was not noticing his students' distress because of his own. It had been years since he had to settle this kind of boner in his class – and this one was not going away by itself. And don't even think about getting up to write on the board he told himself.Mercifully, the bell rang and a stampede to the restrooms followed. In. “Yes Sir,” again they answered.“Okay, nice, very nice. I’m pleased at your level of experience. You will work out fine in my house,” he informed them. “So are you two bi?” He asked next.“Yes Sir, we are Sir,” answered Syndee.“Slave Stacey, are you just shy or are you afraid of me for some reason,” he asked, not liking her timid attitude.“No Sir, just very submissive. I have found that most Doms like this in a slave. If you don’t I will change. I am actually much bolder than Syndee, Sir,” she. His big powerful hand covers my cunt. And Kimball sensation. Hearing his breathing against my ear. Feeling him holding me. Restrained by his other arm. His cock rubbing against me. And the wet fluid of arousal leaking from my cunt" Your half way to your orgasm already arnt you Kim? And he hardly touched you" Yes. Yes. My body is begging him to touch me where I need it. He slips his middle finger with infinite slowness down my slit. My hips buck on their own as he grazes my clit. I hear a low.