.. aaaaccccckkkkkkk!A terrible, swooping groan. Then another and another.Crrraaaa... aaaaccccckkkkkkkk!And now only another groan. He had gone. Into t...e blessed pit of oblivion.At last!“Revive him, Ryar” She was panting. I could imagine eyes wild with sadistic joy.Yet how could she do this? “At once, Highness...”There was the acrid smell of burning twigs. Then he was choking. Great heaving gasps. Awful groans. Poor devil. He had been returned to the land of the living.The whipping began. And he is probably right, from his point of view. He really has never noticed any of his students looking at him in any way. And it wasn’t until Jasmine came to him after school that one day. But of course she had caught his eye long before that.“You’re not in boys are you?” the old man asks abruptly.“Excuse me?” the young teacher asks.“You know a homosexual?” the man continues. “You’re not into them boy students, are you?”“No, nothing like that,” Mr. Thomas says, feeling this conversation. This time, it was Amy who was dragged by the hair. The hood descended. Strong arms held her in place as the jumpsuit and her bra were stripped off. It seemed only an instant before her hands were cuffed behind here, leg irons and chains attached. A muffled Noooooo! escaped from under the hood as she was half-dragged half frog marched naked out of the cell.She was dragged along a number of corridors. At times, the guards would stop and shove her face to the wall and drive her to her knees. She. Mandy smirked at that one and slowly rose to her heeled feet, her hips swaying in a very tantalizing gyration as she slowly slipped her thong off. She flung it at Michael before moving on to her bra, unhooking it and throwing it to the side after she slowly removed it. Her breasts bounced perkily as she slid her skirt down her hips and off of her legs, a deep moan escaping her lover when he got a nice view of her pussy from behind. Good girl, purred Michael, motioning to his towering cock with.