I’d preened and pruned myself to perfection, waxing and shaving my areas, doing the necessary cleaning rituals and dressed for the occasion, a nice ...air of black leather-look jeans with a slightly slutty black sheer blouse over my new underwear.I was feeling wet before I even took my first sip of bubbles. After a couple of glasses and once the nerves had started to set in we began to fall into character, him raising an eyebrow if I’d said anything remotely brave or slightly cheeky, myself. Silence greeted him. “Athalia?” Nothing.Yeah, successfully terrified. He pointed the phone down as best he could, enough so he could see his shoes reach each step, and stared on into the darkness that swallowed him. It never ended, just kept going down, and down, and down, dragging him deeper into some ridiculous metaphor for hell. Did he find himself in a David Lynch film? Or maybe he was in 1990’s Jacob’s Ladder, and this was all in his mind, cause he was fucking dying and the afterlife was. And…” – her voice lingered a while on the first consonant – “‘ffffuck’.”In an instant, Father Jim’s resistance crumbled. That word was his favourite, a glorious fillip to all that was unholy and self-indulgent in the deepest recesses of his mind, and it banished all his residual will-power to the four winds. He quietly but swiftly unzipped his fly, removed his stiff sweaty cock from its prison, pulled back the damp pre-cum-lubricated foreskin, and began to slowly wank his shaft up and down, his. Debbi knew that Brian wasn’t likely to just watch and leave, but she was so hot for her teacher, and this looked like the only way. She decided to accept the compromise and ignore the leering spectator. She turned her attention to Marla while Brian settled back and undid his belt. Debbi felt some awe, approaching the perfectly proportioned brunette. This was one of her teachers, after all. For three semesters she had sat in Miss Baxter’s class, raising her hand to speak, handing in her.