.. maybe some other time.She stood in front of Greg, trying to control her anxiety.Greg ran his hand slowly over her tail inspecting her as if she was...an object. She shuddered a little whenever he ran his hands over her tail.“Jessica Do you want ask something?”“Should I call you sir or Greg? ... will I be punished if I talk? ... and are you going to kill and eat me?”Mutts are considered a delicacy in some circles, kind of like when people used to eat poisonous blowfish as a delicacy in Japan.. Gently his thumb wiped my tears away, joined by his other thumb he cupped my face, tenderly forcing my eyes to lock with his.I didn’t see anger, or hate, or rage of any kind. I wasn’t even sure if I saw him, the way he usually looked. He wore a kind of look of recognition on his face which made him appear different than the man who was my teacher. Yet the same dark brown eyes and ruffled, if not more messier hair, stared back at me. I imagined he’d raked his hands through his hair agonising. I moaned with pleasure as I pictured Lolita in her short cheer-leading uniform. Her luscious long legs and perfectly rounded breasts. I masturbated some more until I began to get all hot and moaned out loudly as I was building up to an orgasm. I couldn't help myself as I came long and hard, moaning loudly. There was a knock at the door. "Rod, are you alright?" Lolita asked with concern. "Yeah, sure, honey," I replied. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight," she called. "Goodnight, sleep well." I heard. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. The author desires to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author’s knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * *.