When class was over, Miss Titus sat at her desk quickly reviewing her notes for next period. Before any of her students arrived, the principal walked ...n, Jeremy in tow. The boy was still wearing the weird contraption on his head. She looked quizzically at the principal."I talked to Jeremy about not bringing his science project to his other classes." explained the principal. "He took the thing off."Miss Titus looked back at the boy, whose head was still enmeshed in wire. Or was it? No, he wasn't. He barely balked at being called a faggot, though he constantly denied his gayness. She assumed correctly, that he would put up with a great deal, for access to her body. He needed something to cling to, while she guided him, moulded him into what she wanted. And for now, she wanted those feelings of horniness, linked to feeling inferior. The more his arousal was linked to homosexual thoughts and images, the worse he would feel, the more he would deny, deny, deny, and the more potent his. Having been away from each other for a couple of weeks I brought some massage oil base and some sensuous oils. I also brought down my anal vibrator to show my wife (which I’d bought the same time as the Lady Finger for her – which she has used very happily whilst away claiming it made her very horny). As I massaged the oils into her stomach she relaxed like a cat, stretching into my hands and moving to get me to the right places. She wanted me to work on her arse and she wanted to play with. "She was joking, but I wasn't when I told her, "Call me when you get your life to how you want it. I don't promise to wait around forever, but you're worth waiting for, for a while. If I find I'm getting serious about someone, I'll call you and let you know. It's about all I can offer." I'm going to stay out of your hair as much as I can," I told her. "But I'm always a phone call away. I don't think I can be your friend while you find yourself, because I'll never move on if I try. But I'll be.