Thirty-odd faces turned in her direction, the omnipresent murmuring dying down for a second. Angique was a tall, slender woman. Her pale skin contrast...d with the pitch-black cloud of her bob style hair. Thick eyebrows hid behind bangs. Her eyes were green, shaded by long, dark lashes. A straight nose pointed down to a generous mouth, painted in gothic purple. She loved dramatic contrasts — like the whiteness of her exposed throat and chest against the black leather of her corset. She also loved. "A familiar voice chimed in. "You mean you need a boner for that class? How do the girls do it?" Perry."MISTER Mason! This is a private conversation." Then why are you talking to naked boys about erections in front of the entire class? And keeping him from getting to his next class to do it?" May I go now? I don't want to be late." Yes, you may go. But as for you Mr. Mason..." I tuned out the rest of that. I grabbed my bag, and headed into the hall. There was nothing artificial about my lope. James Hard-on."I said through gritted teeth, I was supposed to say that."That is nice. Where were you born, Jessica?" Uhh. I don't think that this is the time for this kind of chit-chat. I think we should just get to proper business." Well baby I have something to tell you that I have told no one else. Come here, babe."She was shocked to hear such a man talk to her in such a way yet like a person not sure what to do she leaned in and listened.She gasped backed up and delivered a hard slap."Ooh.. I didn't really thinkanything fundamental had changed because of that dream.I went through the same routine for the rest of the evenings that weekand soon Saturday came around. I knew the routine that was expected andI shaved very carefully and prepared myself as I knew would be required.I drove to Master John's house prepared for the worst. Parking my carand taking a glance around, I stripped in the car and quickly approachedthe front door. I knocked."Please Master John, can this little sissy.