During those moments of thinking, and it was less than an hour after mark’s leaving the room, I heard a little noise, someone was trying to open the...door softly without making noises, I was hoping it was Mark again, in fact I was almost sure he was, I figured since I was thinking of him, he must have been thinking of me and my pussy too, so maybe he wanted more of me, I was so happy and my whole body was electrified in anticipation to get another great fuck, so I acted as if I was asleep,. It is similar to a traditional guard, but I was holding onto one of my ankles. It sinches the opponent in closer and removes the space he needs to move and set up his counter. It was also something that wasn’t taught for another 10-15 years. He had no clue what to do, but it didn’t stop him from trying.I kept us like that so I could talk with him without anybody hearing.“You are a master, so I respect that and you. I wasn’t going to have you lose face in front of your students, so I let you. I wandered up to the first hut, the windows were boarded over and a large padlock kept the door shut. The second hut was equally inaccessible. I was just killing time really, walking around wandering if I could get into one of these old classrooms and see what was inside. To my surprise when I reached the third hut from the main campus there seemed to be nothing from stopping me opening the door. Someone had crudely painted a message in red paint reading ‘Fuck Hut’ on the door, how. Nana would just chuckle and roll her eyes at him, and warn him about his language in front of 'the bairn'. I'd often find myself mimicing Grandpa by clutching at my crotch through my shorts, there was something about the big burly men on the telly in their tight trunks, all sweaty and glistening as they grappled with each other, grunting and straining. Nana would tell me to leave myself alone or itd drop off. Grandpa would tell her to stop mithering and that 'The lad knows what he likes "..