The janitors sometimes forget to lock."He knows it was three because they took turns. At the last, they uncovered his mouth and each kissed him. They ...eft three pairs of panties on his pillow. So high-schoolish, right? Except for their giggles, the whole thing was perfectly silent, them and him." Poor kid. They should fondle the boys who want them to." I was, I'll admit, fondling myself just a tad, the heel of my hand pressing my lap. My hand was under my knitting bag, of course.My friend. Yeah.. come in. Excuse the mess."His wife never cleaned house. I would clean house. Wonder if she sucks his dick. Rick's dick. God that made me wet thinking about it. "Where's....the 'wifey'?" She went to church."Sweet.So Rick how about you and me go fuck in your bed while your wife is gone and before Becky gets home? That's what I said in my head. Instead I sat down and watched him clean his shotgun. His hands moved up and down the barrel and I don't know why that turned me on but I wasn't. “Our Master’s cherish their slaves. These tests are to ensure you are not pressed beyond your limits.”My red trainer appears before me again with her dragon grin. She reaches out with a scaly hand and begins rolling my right nipple. I expect her touch to be rough, but it’s smooth. Her manipulation sends lightning bolts of desire to my neither regions. Without warning, her tender touch is replaced with coool metal. I gasp at the pressure and coldness. She moves to the other nipple, makes it. Mr. Brandt whipped off his shoes and socks and threw them across the room. As he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, Tyler’s mouth went dry. Mr. Brandt pulled his pants down and he laid them on the bed next to Tyler. The young teacher was standing in his boxers in front of his students. Jon and Bruce were trying not to look, but Tyler made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring. Tyler admired Mr. Brandt’s strong legs from his years of running.With a quick tug, Mr. Brandt.