I feel his hands grasp my hair and pull so hard that I'm surprised I'm not hearing it rip from my head. I scream and he pulls harder. "Bad move, littl... girl." He begins pulling me down the hallway, my scalp searing with pain, to what I know is his bedroom on the right. I flip onto my back as he drags me, literally kicking and screaming, and I try to pry his fingers from their grip, driving my nails into his strong hands. The pain is overwhelming and tears begin to form in my eyes , but I. She was angry with him and simply didn't care in that moment. Putting her fingers back to the keys, she squirmed in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that she had initiated.A slow grin formed as she fought the urge to play rather than type. Deleting everything she had started to write, she began again. This time, she wrote about being forced to cum over and again, forced to masturbate until her arms were limp. She included as much detail as she could come up with, throwing in heated. I was pleased to see that although I’d come to know Mandy pretty well by then, while in school she never gave any indication that our relationship was any different to that of mine and my other pupils. Equally pleasing, was that I also never heard a single complaint about her behaviour from any of her other teachers; even better, more than one commented about how well she was doing now.Mandy was in Year 10, which was her first of two at GCSE level, during which she had course work assessments. You know i have been watching you for a couple of years now , watching you grow into a good looking lad, still i couldn't speak and thought about what my mum had said to my dad the night before, "drop your towel and show me that beautiful young cock, don't ask me why because i don't know why but i let the towel loose and it fell to the floor in front of him, "oh yes what a beautiful weapon you have there and proceeded to reach out and for it, i was fixed to the spot and it was like my mouth had.