"The rat sleeps in there?" said Duain.Illian nodded. In the flickering torchlight, no one saw the brief grimace on his face for what it was.'At last, ...ou're mine, ' said Duain to himself. The strange drive he felt to conquer the Hai Lei prince was alarming in the strength of its pull. Why did he hate the man so much? The two of royal blood had crossed paths only once, in a chance encounter in the forest. Yet a bond had formed between them, a bond which polarized them, and set them at odds. The. Lightly kissing your neck, arms reach around and hands gently fill themselves with your breast. Soft but very distinct sounds of pleasure begin to emanate from you giving permission to continue. Moving back to your shoulders fingertips push the shirt off allowing it to fall to the floor.Reaching back to touch me expecting to feel clothing, surprised as fingertips touch flesh. You turn around and begin to speak and I stop you. Putting a hand on your mouth, letting you know that no words are. "Let me get some pants on."She grinned. "Don't bother. I won't hurt you."The room had a chair and a bed. She sat on the bed. I sat on the chair still uncomfortable with our comparative states of dress. She looked at me and grinned some more.She said, "Would you be more comfortable if I took my clothes off?" Uh. No. I just." My words trailed off into silence."George, let me tell you why I'm here." That would be good," I thought her explanation might keep my mind off her body and my lack of. How many swats do you think you deserve Mrs. C.?"Don't make me do this. Just get it over with." How Many Mrs. C.?"One', said the embarrassed teacher."I think three is more in order but since you said one we will make it four. Count each one Mrs. C."SWAT"One" shouted Mary.SWAT"TWO" cried the tied kneeling teacher. There was no escape.SWAT"THREE" screamed the sobbing teacher. Her ass was on fire. "Please Ms. Simon no more."SWAT"FOUR" wailed Mary as her ass quivered.Lisa again used the dowel rod.