.please, I promise, I promise I'll never question you again''well' he said 'I suppose that can be reserved as the ultimate deterent....but punished ...ou must be. You have to learn Rebeka...you have to learnto obey. You do realise that, dont you?'yes Master' I whispered, feeling a wave of relief sweeping over me atthe removal of the dreadful thought of exposure, but unaware of thealternative fate that awaited me.'good' he said, and reached again for his bag. What he produced made mecatch my. Criscola, the once staid and strict Social Studies teacher, did her very best to suck all the goo from his dick. As for her husband in the next room, Vic was wrong about that. It wasn’t her husband cause that guy was no longer around. Vic found that out after he found out who was setting off all the flashes.Mrs. Criscola was too busy fucking and cumming to notice this young k** standing in the doorway. Vic saw the guy because of the flashbulbs going off while he was taking pictures of his. Most septic tanks are buried on their side, like a submarine, but I put mine in the long way. I welded an opening in one side of it, and I wanted it to be easy to get to. If I remove a few inches of dirt, I can get to the door.I am saving it for you.I will take care of you.I wonder if you will be able to breath. Enough air should get in through the thin layer of dirt. There is only one way to find out.I first saw you about six months ago, waiting in line at the grocery store. I only had a box. Finally, I seem to have brought myself under control.As you stroke my back and my sobbing slows, you ask me again, “Now, baby, tell me, what is the matter? What don’t you want?”Between sobs, I choke out, “The crib.”“Why, baby, I thought you would like a crib to take your naps in so you will be safe while Daddy works.”I look into your eyes with wonder, “Just (sniff) for (sniff) naps?”“Yes, baby, for your naps. You know you will always sleep with me at night.”And a new wave of crying starts now..