"Hold her still," a voice called.I was rooted to the spot, unable to give her aid or even run away, I just stood there and watched as he moved between...her legs and pushed into her. I could see his rear pumping as he fucked her hard."Me next," called the one holding her arms.One by one they took their turn between her slender legs until, at last, their lust was sated. Now at last I found that I could slink away and go home.I sat in my chair, my mind in an unending spiral of disgust with myself. He was feeling extremely relaxed, and his mind was now fertile and agile once again. Sexually too, he felt liberated, and wanting to experience newer and newer things. He was now treading on the correct path. Snapped out of his deep thought by a phone ringing somewhere in the cottage, he jumped from his chair and went to answer it. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi Cyrus, Mitchell here. Your appointment for a massage has been booked at 4 and haircut at 6:00. Is that ok?’ ‘That’s perfect Mitchell. Thanks so much.. "Are you guys having fun?" she asked us.Elizabeth nodded and said, "We're thinking about taking a break soon."The mom smiled and said, "Let me know if you want something to eat or something."I thanked her as she left and I looked at Elizabeth. "Want to come to my room and see the internet cartoons I help eith?"I raised my eyebrows, interested in this. "Absolutely. You're quite the artist, aren't you?"She nodded and shrugged. "I suppose."She took my hand and led me up the stairs and into her. "Hillary, go out in the hall and tell Chelsea to come back here," Kyle said.The confused teacher turned school girl did as she was told. Kyle scooted Erika and Christine of his laps to their great disappointment, and stood at the head of the class. Chelsea came in looking annoyed."So what did you want?" she asked Ms. Moran."Mr. Phillips said to call you," Hillary explained, pointing to Kyle.Chelsea looked back and forth between the two."What?" she asked, confused as can be, and even more.