I obeyed his every command and the sight of him moving the cursor around my computer screen drove me wild. I told him my username and password and wat...hed him take my money. He told me I could cum if I begged him to take more. I begged him. He took more. I masturbated frantically, he made me stop. 'Beg me to take more' he said. I begged. He took more. I lost count of the number of times me made me beg him to take more.Finally he allowed me to cum. It was without question the most intense orgasm. There were always students doing well and students doing poorly, he tried to help both groups to the best of his abilities. One of his students in particular had been performing badly and he was meeting with her after school to try and get to the bottom of her problem.The girl’s name was Rebecca Marsh, everyone called her Becca. Rebecca Marsh was an 18 year old beauty with long dark hair, a figure that would put any woman to shame. She was wearing a v-neck cut tight shirt that showed more. At the time I was still living inNew York City and going to Louis Armstrong Intermediate school,otherwise known as I.S. 227. I guess writing the school name on top ofpapers would have taken up to much time and too much space so they gaveus the numbers.Anyway. I was a hefty kid, but I was active too. I didn't wheeze when Iran and I often enjoyed playing basketball or softball at the localpark. Only in New York can you show up to a park and get caught up in apickup game of softball. Think about. Many of the owners didn’t want to rent to the FBI, CIA, or NSA out of fear that the entire building would be rendered unusable by a terrorist attack. The agencies had been forced to be a little creative in returning to business.The temporary headquarters of the NSA was an example of that. The building was an old roller skating rink that had been empty at the time of the attack. It was a pretty heavy duty building that had a defensible perimeter, but that was about all that was positive about.