He was beginning to regret his decision to become a teacher and it was only the first class of the first day of school.“Thomas Westerland,” Mr. Ki...dle said.The kid who had been making all of the comments looked around suspiciously before he said, “Here.”Closing the class roll, Mr. Kindle said, “Welcome to history. I’m Mr. Kindle.”“You told us that,” Sean said.Looking at Sean, Mr. Kindle said, “You will raise your hand and wait to be called upon before saying anything. Do you understand?”Sean. There was a pool of drool on the floor beneath me, and threads of phlegm dripping from my lips. My face was streaked with tears. I was a mess.I glanced over to Debbie. She looked very scared. But not for herself. I think she was terrified for me. One of the thugs had her in a vicious hammerlock, with a gun shoved in her throat. I knew I couldn't stand, so I didn't even try. Every muscle in my body ached. I was done. I'd give them the key to the Enigma Machine if they wanted it. I looked up and. As Barbara began to caress her breasts she imagined the noises she could hear were coming from her own room and it was some young stud giving her that pleasure. As she licks a finger and runs it slowly from her ass to her clit something unusual pops into her head. All of a sudden she imagines that she is in her sons bed and he is fucking her the way he is fucking this mystery girl. Barbara is so hot and wet and has no intention of stopping. She trys to imagine someone else but thoughts of her. I wanted to look perfect for her and I'm sure she did the same. I was extra careful shaving, making sure my legs and underarms were smooth and my pubic hair well trimmed. I lifted my leg up and propped foot on wash cloth rail and ran the bar of soap between my cheeks; my body shuddered as it ran across my anus. These were the sensations I hoped to feel tonight, with gorgeous Mandy. I took my razor and carefully made sure I had shaved away anything lurking in that most intimate of areas. God, I.