" A quick wave and she was on her way.I adjusted my pants, shifted into gear and headed for school.I pulled into the parking lot 15 minutes later. I'd...guessed right, by the time I got there I'd miss about half of History. I walked in and Mr. Hansen looked over his glasses at me, then continued with his lecture.I must have been on autopilot or something. I'd had my attention on getting to class and seeing how Mr. Hansen was going to react and didn't notice anything else. I went to ask the. " He looked at me and said, "Get on your knees and give them a demonstration of your talents." I hesitated just for a moment, because as I said previously, I could always say no. I was able to make a choice. And I had made a my choice, I removed my shirt and got on my knees and began to suck my lovers cock. (I bet you'd already figured out my choice, other wise there would be no story.)I wrapped my lips around his hardening cock, running my tongue around and over the tip of his cock. He gripped. Every male at school, including most of the guy teachers, were powerless in light of their flaunted sexuality. All comments or conversations they provoked from the males were ignored, often with disdain. Yet even I had seen one of the girls jump when one of the Club members, not her boyfriend at the time, spoke to her. It was always one of the biggest mysteries about the Club.When it was obvious that Carol was finished with her orgasm, a guy reached out and yanked Sherry's head roughly toward. "You got any idea what it is?" Emily asked softly. Her hands still held the makings of another costume she was creating.Sean stared at the gray box. "Not a clue," he replied just as softly. Emily suppressed a shudder. "This is _weird_! I think we ought to leave it alone," she whispered.Sean hadn't heard her as he moved quickly to the box. He walked around two plain gray sides, then he stopped. "I wonder if these are the controls," he asked as he stared at a black panel, a red.