If not, well I'll just have to do it in my room.I go to work. Most of the time is on the phone or emailing customers but in my spare moments I eye som... of my sexier co-workers or fantasize. I find myself looking at a picture of my wife and daughter that I keep on the desk. Anna looks really nice in it. I shake my head. "That Mark should have been more patient. Oh well, it's his loss."The day goes quickly. Soon I am in the car and headed home. I work shorter hours during the regular week and a. Science was the one class we shared before lunch. She started out talking about how dreamy she thought he was. I didn't have much of an opinion of him, but I sure didn't think he was dreamy. She kind of moved away from that subject, so I guess I must have made a face or something.Fourth period was gym class. About half the kids didn't have gym clothes and got chewed out by the coach. He was the same guy I had for World History. Anyway, I was one of the guys who had gym clothes because my mom. "I'll tell you what, Jessica. I'll let you cum, ifyou do one thing for me." She put a pitcher of water and a glass on thefloor. "Pour me a glass of water and you will be allowed to cum." Ieagerly crawled to the pitcher; I desperately wanted to cum, but stillhad trouble walking, for some reason. I tried to pick up the pitcher,but I couldn't. I tried and tried, but my hands had become so clumsy, Icouldn't pick up the pitcher at all. "Please, Mistress, please let mecum!!!" I cried out, but all I. "Tell me what's wrong!" Please, Sarah, tell me to do something," uttered Betty quietly."What?" Sarah asked, confused."I miss you," Betty blurted out. "I miss having you telling me what to do. Please give me an order."Sarah was quiet for a minute, considering what to have Betty do. Then she said, "I need to think about this for a little while. Do you have some time for yourself, right now?" Yes," Betty whimpered with a catch in her voice."OK, while I'm thinking, you masturbate. I don't want you.