’Well! I expected a bit more co-operation than that!’ Jessica snorted looking down at Garth’s semi erect penis. ’What’s all the fuss about? ... don’t know what all the girls see in you!’ She sneered turning her back on him, showing her tightly white-denim clad backside. Garth felt angry and very embarrassed that this spoilt brat was shaming him. His ego was taking quite a battering. A sudden shot of rage rushed through him and he pushed Jessica over a bin. ’Ooww be careful! Do you know how much. "Of course. I should warn you, however, that each of you will have to look into the small mirror above the door for it to open for you. If you have a desire to come back down here when you look into it, you'll never see me down here again, but if you don't want to come back, well, I guess I'll see you here next week, same time, same place, won't I? Oh, and either way, you won't be able to tell anyone else about this place, of course."Professor Streater was horrified, since she planned to report. "The memories I'll take away from there are priceless. Just between us girls I was getting a little tired of my fantasies. They were the same ones over and over, and while they were good, I wanted a little variety." And this provided it."Karen nodded. "I just have to close my eyes and see all those butts and hard bodies." And other male parts?" Certainly those!" Karen laughed. "And if I never go again that'll provide enough fantasy material to keep me going for years." So you might not go. Never before had pleasure been so fused with torture! I could hardly wait for bed time. When a suitable time came along I said good night to Mom. I could tell a lot was on her mind- or rather just one thing on her mind a LOT! She absent-mindedly said good night and I slinked off to bed, knowing that we both knew what was on our minds. When I got in my room I unbuttoned my jeans and began to pull down my zipper. My bulging hard on poked out from the top of my jeans, eager for the room. My cock.