M., six days per week. In addition togreat emphasis on academic accomplishment, the school administrationmaintained strict discipline. Disobedience, b...ck-talking, cutting classor failure to do homework all drew severe punishments. A boy withbehavior problems might find himself in a special study hall, wearing adiaper under his skirt, held into his chair with baby reins such asmothers use on toddlers, a baby's pacifier tied in his mouth. A prefectwould walk the boy to class and every place else. He fucks my ass a dozen times a day. Not to mention pissing an additional 5 times. I'm his damn toilet. I have vomited so much piss and cum. Can't say i'm not enjoying myself though. In fact, this is the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Way better than going back to work. Why not live here like this? I get to spend so much time with nature; I get to escape the system. Never have to worry about food again. Weeks go by, I'm supposed to be done with my vacation by now. My family must be. How dare you accuse Allan of all people! He’s been my protector and my guide, and when he makes a decision he sticks to it.’ Peter was visibly cowed under the onslaught. ‘I… I…’ ‘You what?’ she snapped. ‘I thought–‘ ‘You didn’t think, Peter,’ she snarled. ‘You acted like a jealous little boy.’ ‘Well,’ he retorted, ‘Why are you a day late?’ ‘The negotiations ran over,’ she said, quite patiently, I thought. ‘In the end I had to cut up rough with them. We had separate bedrooms. Last night their MD. Her hand was rubbing my chest and stomach."Mrs. Clark," I started but she cleared her throat. "No, let me do this then you will be 'open legs Kyla' till you come the last time." She regarded me with serious eyes, waiting. "Mrs. Clark," and my mind stopped functioning. I could think of nothing to say. So I let brevity be the soul of wit. "I want you. Mrs. Clark, I want you on your back, begging to be fucked." Mrs. Clark smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Sonny, take me to bed."For a moment, this.