As I walked from my car to Dr. Peterson's suite of offices, I felt a moment of irrational panic. What if Molly was no longer there? I have been going ...o dentists long enough to know that, for whatever reasons hygienists tend to move from dentist to dentist often.When I enter Dr. Peterson's office, my unease grew. Michelle wasn't behind the desk, in her place was a new receptionist. I was sure that Dr. P. had done a major overhaul of his staff, and he probably had all new hygienists also. My. “I think what you need... is a good fucking.” “A-a fucking, sir?” I asked, unsure I had heard correctly. He nodded. “Yes, Killigan. It would teach you to submit, and it could increase those grades a bit.” He winked. I stared. “You... you’re going to...?” “Oh of course I can’t without your consent, and you know it would have to remain between us. After all, I could lose my job for having such a relationship with a student. But... you really do need the points.” . Her right nipple is next, with the two remaining weighted clamps. Now I grab the large rubber coated clamps. Two go on her stomach. Two on her ass. I have Anna spread her legs a little more and two go on her upper thighs. When I put the final two on her arm pits, she whimpers a little, but she remains otherwise still. I use the two clover clamps to decorate her ear lobes. That leaves four plastic table cloth holders and five metal alligator clamps. I put two of the former on each of her outer. No superfluous layer of fabric to impede my progress. My suspicion bore out: the boy was going commando!I grasped his half-hard cock in my fist and hauled it out of his pants, which without its mass to hold them in place, slipped down past his hips, exposing his bubble butt for me. He arched his back, angling his hole toward my grinding hips and turning his head to take my probing tongue into his mouth. His hands reached around, deftly undid my pants, and hauled out my cock and balls. As my.