Can you do this for us?"I'll go down to the office and tell him that if it will help. I want to see what a boy rapist looks like." Don't look nasty or...he will think something is up."She hurried off to the office and just abandoned her class. I walked in and said, "Ladies and gentleman. Mrs Cameron went on an errand. Pack up what you were doing and start your homework. You can't leave but you will have less work to do after."I hurried to my own books and started to clean up. "Get cleaning now.. He was not the eldest or the youngest, but as usual, somewhere in the middle. The Hills were not well-off and so every benefit was a veritable blessing. When he went to school it was never he who put his hand up to answer questions or help the teachers and they reciprocated by ignoring him and never lavishing even a scolding on him. He had very few friends and those that he did were much like him – the silent and morose types. So they got along – not well or badly but just along. He never. So gentle with my cheek, yet so harsh with the rest of my body. He spat on my asshole. I could feel my cheeks flush again with humiliation. He Pressed his cock against my ass. I knew this would be different. Not thin going in, but 8 of solid rock hard cock. Thick the whole way down. I started to whimper. He spread my ass cheeks further apart. He rubbed the head of his cock against my asshole hard, then in an agonizingly slow movement, he shifted the head of his cock in and out. As if enjoying. I found out quite by accident. When Michael comes home the first thing he does is throw his dirty socks and underwear in the washer and wash them. He usually then takes them out of the washer, throws them in the dryer and when they are done he sticks them back in his suitcase. He was out in the backyard cutting the grass when the dryer stopped so I took his stuff out of the dryer and began to fold it. I came upon a pair of woman's underwear and I knew they weren't mine because I don't wear.