I wonder what they were thinking. I mean, he had a beautiful little ass. Why would someone do that?We walked back to art class together. I felt so sor...y for the little guy, but he carried his head high and refused to hold my hand. I’ll give him that, he didn’t want pity.“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Jay.” I apologized.“You don’t need to be there for me.”“And even in first period. I’m sorry I left you to be the only one in calculus nude.”“I’m not. Vicky is there too you know.”“Who?”“She’s a. . I’ll be good.” I had no choice at the moment.“Promise?” She twisted a little more.I’d never been handled like that before, let alone by a high school girl. She and her girlfriends had me stripped half-naked, tickled and wrestled with to exhaustion. Now she was going to make me submit willingly to watch Anna’s torture by punishing my sensitive nipple. Why was this humiliation making me so horny?“Yes! Yes! I promise!” and Debbie let go.“Take that tank top the rest of the way off and go sit in. I picked up my glass of Chardonnay and took a sip. My thoughts went to the events of today.It had actually all started a month prior. I was recruiting for a new secretary when Anne’s curriculum vitae had come across my desk and it struck a cord with me. So I had invited her in for an interview and I had been impressed with her polite and respectful manner. She had also turned up dressed appropriately in a smart charcoal grey skirt business suit and three inch black heels and a white blouse. I. “When you finish replacing the door, fuck the shit out of these sluts,” I told them. “Get back at them for being little cockteases and ride them hard.” Allison giggled. “That sounds like a great idea.” Lillian licked her lips. “Ohh, I can't wait to get bent over and fucked.” The one hammering a nail in missed and hit his thumb. He never stopped smiling. I'm not even sure he felt the blow. I went in the house and found the sluts I sent to get their cunt's waxed earlier today were back..