Before he even saw the room where he'd be staying for the next month or so, he had to take his bag to a secure safe that was encased in strong nano-ca...bon walls that only a nuclear device could shatter. The security that accompanied the deposit of his precious bag was well beyond that available on Godwin, which had no tradition of keeping secrets or guarding property."I don't know what's in your bag," the hotel manager remarked as he escorted Paul to his room, "but it must be worth an absolute. Miss Jones had a wooden paddle that from the edge of her desk. She used it on all of her naughty students. I thought it was funny to hit the girls in the class with spitballs. It was funny until Miss Jones caught me. "Clyde, stand up and walk over to my desk." Miss Jones said. "Were you hitting the girls with spitballs?" I knew that I would be punished even more if I lied, so I said, "Yes, Miss Jones." "Do you realize that you were disrupting the whole class when you were doing that?" "No I. “Resting sounds good.” “Then do that.” The warmth in her voice made my insides melt. She pulled the blanket back over me and caressed my cheek. “I’ll be heading out for a bit, but I’ll be back late afternoon.” Seeing me inquiring gaze, she sighed. “We have to clear out our worktables in the fashion lab, now that term is over. I’ll be as quick as I can. Now sleep, that’s an order!” I wiggled onto my side and sighed contentedly. “Yes, Mistress Summers.” Who was I to refuse my Mistress’ orders?. After a few moments he reached over and grabbed a bottle of baby oil off a shelf. He started at my chest and squirted the oil all over me and then began to rub it in, playing with my nipples, pinching and twisting them slightly. They both got rock hard and my cock began to bob up and down.Suddenly both of his hands were back on my cock and balls, rubbing oil everywhere. He slid one hand below my nuts and began to rub oil down my perineum all the way to my asshole. Then he began to rub a finger.