But Miss Priscilla Grace Compton, one of the school’s archetypal rich bitches, had obviously decided to push me today. Or possibly she had taken a d...re. No matter.The parents may have been under the illusion that a conservative curriculum would isolate their little darlings from the corruptions of the modern age; but a combination of internet, movies, and peer pressure meant that these kids knew more and were more depraved than half the faculty. You know how kids used to throw a party in a. “Worse,” is the usual operative word in that epithet. But today, I had Lindie and the bevy of surprises she was joyfully thrusting upon my heart. I didn’t think that anything could dampen my feelings right now.Just to prove me partially wrong about that, I softly uttered to myself, “Ooops!” at that moment. I heard the French doors give a little squeak as they opened. LINDIE! Ooops! I’d dawdled just a mite too long and she was here.“Mikey,” she called out as I grabbed my bathing suit and hastily. I walked around to the room smiling. Leather and toys. I wonder if people who vote for him know he is a sick bugger. I got into the leather gear. It consisted of a vest and a wraparound skirt open in the front. I looked in the drawer and there was the flogger plus a butt plug, a vibrator and a strap-on dildo. I took then into the bedroom and laid them on the bed. Then I waited for my client. He appeared, as expected, fully dressed with a mask on. Same as mine with only the eyes and mouth. I’m sure they would be able to find my parents’ number without any problems. I reached forward and took him in my hand. His long shaft rock solid in my palm. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling his power and started to stroke it. He leaned back on the couch to relax. I leaned forward and prepared to go to work. I couldn’t resist licking the tip of his cock like it was a piece of sweet, sugar filled candy. I looked up, his eyes glossed over with lust. He watched me carefully as I leaned over.