You have no say young man.”“Ingrid if I see you again I will beat you with that fucking crop” I coldly promised her.She narrowed her eyes, takin... my measure for a a physical confrontation.She closed her bag and smiled. “I shall contact your uncle and inform him of your actions.”She left.Leah came in the room and hugged me from behind. “She was getting worse and worse. I am glad she is gone. I can do all the routines she taught me, I didn’t need her anymore.”She continued. “I want to work out. With that he pushed on my back, forcing me to bend over the desk.I was in shock. I wanted to tell him to stop, but his hand was back around my throat. He was pressed so hard against me that I could feel his cock getting hard. He reached around with his free hand and reached down my pants."Whats this? No panties? You naughty girl! Did you come in late with no panties just to get my attention?" And he began rubbing my pussy and sticking his fingers inside me.I tried to protest! I wanted to tell. Michelle can do this without climbing into a warm bath afterwards and bleeding out. Accordingly, they know she can handle it now so it all gets rougher, the men increasingly demanding. Like all porn, after the initial transgressive frisson has dissipated you are left with a monotonous and disquieting micro spectacle. Bukkake Splat seems increasingly bathetic, but these formalised affairs always did as they lurch into frenzy in the run up to the honey for the money. The k** really does seem to. So this evening was rather fun - started with some talk about breathing and going beyond the safe to the edge of attraction. And then we got to our feet. The men took up positions calmly in rows, and the equal number of women stood in front of their man (or a man if they had arrived solo).Our task was to see how conscious we could become of the others attractiveness, and seeing how we could build safe erotic attraction with just our eyes, our posture, our breathe and our almost spiritual.