’ ‘That sounds like something he would do,’ said Tina, ‘He’s good that way.’ ‘He is,’ Angela said, ‘He’s patient, too. I must have...cried for ten or fifteen minutes. He just sat there quietly holding me while the cry played out. Even then it was another five minutes or so before he finally asked me what was wrong. I told him. He still didn’t say anything except to ask an occasional question. We just kept talking and, at some point we started kissing. It was wonderful. I hadn’t been held in so. The most commonly used phrase in my classrooms were ‘Teacher, no pen’ and ‘Teacher, no book’. At least half of all my classes would be without the appropriate equipment for learning, no pens and no books. I was supplying my children with half sheets of A4 paper, because I couldn’t give them a whole sheet, knowing they wouldn’t have it the next day to carry on working on it. I had to count pens out as I handed them out, and write the number on the blackboard to make sure that I got them all. Or, to be precise, as relaxed as one can be in such circumstances.After a while the crop taps my chin and get up. I can hear and feel people all around us as she guides me around the room. Then I jump as someone fondles my tit and pinches the nipple. From then on, it's 'touch the girl'. I feel hands all over my body, soft and tender hands gently caressing me, others fondling and pinching and slapping me roughly. It is not entirely unpleasant. The sensation of being at their disposal, to be at. A little observation from me…I think that most people would agree that the average teenage boy is not drawn to his mother’s lingerie drawer, and he certainly has no desire whatsoever to wear women’s lingerie or underwear. When Erik turned sixteen and began to drive, he would drive to the local supermarket and shoplift (he claims he was to embarrassed to buy) nylons, garters, etc. so that he could wear women’s clothes of his own and not his mother’s. He says that once he began wearing women’s.