?Yes, everything’s fine,? I responded nervously, memories of her intimidating tactics fresh in my mind. ?It doesn’t sound fine. Stop by my office...after school.?The classroom erupted in mocking taunts, my students having picked up that I was in trouble. Blood rushed to my face, and I retreated to my desk in silence, brooding as my class worked on their homework for the rest of the period.What had motivated her to act so brazen in front of my students? Teachers are supposed to show solidarity. The orgasm rolls my body through a fever of pleasure and finally I see the surface and I reach it with the tingling effects of that rough current still plaguing my body in a delicious delirium of dream versus being awake.Play time has just begun for my Master and he is now going to hammer his point home in every way that he can. He playfully strokes my warmly flushed cheeks with the hook of his index finger, my eyes are still drunk and drugged in pleasure and lust. This serves his purpose well. The lights were on and the space was well lit up. I asked if she would show me her breasts, and immediately I unbuttoned, unzipped my jeans and dropped them to my ankles, followed by my boxers, leaving my cock and balls fully exposed. “Wow thats a nice one, and the balls are very nice, I do like the hair, may I touch”? “Yes, please touch all you want”. With that she stroked my cock, but seemed more interested in the balls, as she kneaded them, taking time to slide a finger nail into the slit,. Both had invisible keystroke recordingsoftware, and it was set to On, just as he'd left it. Neither showed anyactivity from the time he'd left until now.He found panties, bras, stockings, high heels and three dresses in hischest of drawers.Irrationally, he turned around and looked behind him.He listened, but there was no noise in the apartment.He looked under the bed."What the hell?" he said, out loud.He wandered the apartment, now examining everything very closely, lookingfor anything just.