“Yes, yes, I know,” said Ms. Escamilla. “That's why we all have to do our part. We have to tell everyone we can how amazing she is. When it's yo...r day to pass out a pair of panties, be diligent. Get everyone under one of our domination you can. It's the only way salvation will ever be achieved.”I blinked. Boy, I had not realized how far Ms. Escamilla had gone with it. She worshiped Mildred. Well, Mildred was amazing. If anyone deserved to be worshiped, it was her. I squirmed there, pondering. 'Why am I so helpless with this girl? What is happening to me?' she thought, as she tried to stand back up.However, Tina put a hand on Barbi's head, holding her down. "Just stay there baby, while I wash your hair," she said.The teacher knelt before the girl then felt the cold liquid as it was poured onto her scalp. She loved the feel of Tina's gentle fingers, massaging the rich lather in her hair. Barbi stared at the young girl's sex, looking beneath the wet red pubes at the slightly parted. When the camera focused on her face I imagined it to be Latha. I masturbated on that and went off to sleep.The next day I noticed that the crate contained one beer bottle less. I realized instantly that Kumaran must have taken it. This got me interested, so I didn’t mention this to Kumaran and acted as tough I had not noticed the absence of the bottle. In the evening I made a trip to the Bazaar and purchased a few rum and whisky bottles. The next day the same story repeated but this time. Sandy looked like one of those floozies in school that always had a troop of boys following her. For the first time in my life I felt a rush in my nuts from looking at a girl. I knew Satan’s imp was in me but I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of my eggs getting warm, my pecker filling my underwear. Sandy looked at me with a faint tremor in her voice, “Sweet God I feel decadent! How do I look?”“You look like one of those girls dad is always telling me I shouldn’t talk too, he thinks they’re all.