Mohawk. I saw you earlier. You bought the sweatshirt. I wanted to tell you that your hair was rad, but I didn’t get the chance. Well I’m going to ...et you guys get back to your debauchery and go find Davey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Hunt,” Fritch said. “Um, Fritch, dude, you might just want to talk to Davey tomorrow, too. I don’t think he’d appreciate being bothered right now,” Hunter said. “Oh . . . okay, well everyone is getting some tonight, huh? Damn, the merchandise guy just doesn’t ever. Luz won’t need any other bed than mine, is my plan. Showers do sound like a refreshing idea, and I am quickly refreshed.Luz, I now call Sugar, short for Asuka, Spanish azucar, is taking her time. Fine. Her real name is Asuka. In Japanese that means, Perfume or fragrance of tomorrow. Gorgeous meaning, and a lovely name. A foraging trip to the galley fills a plastic bag with finger food munchies. Memo to self. Invest in a real picnic basket. More elegant. Want to impress the ladies? Not probable. " So I lean over your desk and look you straight in the eye and ask "what would have been my class work sir?"Your cock is solid now and you feel me challenging you so you slowly stand up and I see it pressing against your jeans. "Do you really want to know?" You caution me."Yes sir. This is one of my favorite classes." Still giving me the stern look, you raise your eyebrows and ask "one of them? What are the others?" I smile. You like to be the favorite or the best and this annoys you."Well. . I haven't given it permission to pee pee... have I?" she addressesthe final comment to her slave who squirms before nodding, then pleads intothe gag. "Silence.. I said no release of any sort and I meant it!"The slave groans, in frustration, and I wonder how long it's been, but nowDiane, and lLaurette have taken my hands and are leading me to the sissy'sroom. As me feet click clack on the tiles, they release my hands. I startto turn to speak to them but instead find myself pushed face first.