.. No, it can’t wait.”I took a deep breath as we all turned to face the principal’s office. It took longer than was good for my anxiety, but fin...lly the door opened. For a second, he looked around as if expecting a problem. Then he noticed us.“Ah, my favorite band!” he called out, his face softening.“I thought you said you were a Deadhead,” I joked.“Yes, but ... Sometimes you have to hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. What can I do for you?”“Well, on Saturday night, a friend we know. We enter his bedroom and he pushes me up against the wall holding my hands above my head, pinning me. I look up at him and bite my lower lip. This drives him crazy and I know it. I will do exactly what he tells me from now on. He roughly reaches up my skirt and grabs my panties. As he pulls them down roughly he starts kissing my neck. I give a slight moan. God I love it when he does this.He pulls me forward and then pushes me on the bed. I land on my ass and bounce a bit. He orders me. We didn't have time to get into some DP. Maybe we can find some time today."“Good,” said the professor. He turned to Bing. “And how are you feeling? Ready for another day working with the students?”“Please let me go,” said Bing. “I won’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want anyone to know what I’ve done. Please.”“Don’t worry,” said the professor in a soothing voice. “By the end of the week you’ll have done much more than this.” He paused and then addressed the class. “Okay, today we need to. After awhile, she got pretty good at not reacting so that anyone but me would notice. But I could see the slight stiffening of her posture, or a momentary pause in her typing. Once, I heard a coworker come in to start chatting with her, and I quickly sent a text. She didn't bat an eyelid, though I saw her reach over to grip the edge of her desk, and when her coworker left, she glared at me. I sent her three texts in a row for that. I watched her bite her lip and stare at me as her phone rumbled.