I can still see his grimace and smell his sweat. Father sent him away, poor lad.”“Ah,” I said, counting my stones and surprised to find both sti...l present.“Now,” she said, “I need my rest. There’s an empty room just down the hall. The door is open.”Obediently, I rolled out and found my clothes.She put her finger to her lips and smiled as I left her room. I doubted that we had made enough to noise to wake the dead, but I was sure that the servants who slept in the attic had been able to trace. ..I always have detention, I didn’t even realise you could get it in college. Apparently my college is big on good behaviour. I walked into the detention room five minutes late, great start. Mr Wilkinson threw me an irritated look but I just smirked at him. I took my usual seat at the front left and propped my feet up on the desk. “Right, you’re both here for an hour. I’ll lock the door and be back when your times done to release you,” Mr Wilkinson said. He made it sound like we were in. She answered yes with a twinkle in her eye. They chatted for about twenty more minutes, and after about four cups of punch Winton excused himself to go to the restroom.About six songs played before Annette started to wonder what was keeping her all-star, so she went looking for him. The first place she looked was the closest restroom and then she slowly made her way around the school. She almost gave up after checking the cafeteria which she found empty. As she slowly walked back to the. "I blushed and stammered but her gaze was commanding and so eventually I did unbuckle myself and dropped my underpants too."In future, forget the underpants." she told me, "you'll not wear them. They constrict your balls and affect your sperm production. No, just wank yourself for me. I want to see you erect and I want to judge your sperm capacity."I took myself in hand. It wasn't difficult, for the situation did excite me despite myself. Also she turned her legs towards me and the sight of her.