One consolation was that her first two classes were with eleven and twelve-year olds that still regarded her as an authority figure rather than a sex ...bject. A few gave her odd looks but she could brush it off easily. Miraculously, lunchtime came around uneventfully, though she did ensure to keep an eye open for Kevin Manning. As the morning wore on, she noticed kids pass and giggle, whispering stuff, but brushed it off.As it transpired, he'd spent the morning sitting an exam, out of harm's. It felt like she wanted me to touch her. So I started thinking about how to approach her without being to obvious. I didn’t do anything about it until one day I stopped by to see if Charlie was home. Clare came running out and threw herself at me, crushing those nice tits against my chest.When she stepped back she said,”What are you up to?”“I was looking for Charlie,”I said,”Is he home?”“No.” She responded,”He went with mom and dad over to uncle Axel’s house.”“Really?” I replied, a thought. We took a nice easy ride down to the restaurant at dusk by boat, docked and had a great dinner and conversation. Michelle loves Chardonnay and probably had 3 or 4 glasses between the trip down and dinner. She was feeling good when we got on the boat just after dark to come back. I was busy navigating around the sand bars and watching the plotter as we went back. Michelle was riding quietly behind me—-or so I thought. I turned to say something to her and she was standing there buck naked! She. She was shaking with need, shivering with lust—every inch of her, every bone in her body wanted to throw herself down in front of Joseph, beg to be taken and used like the slut-slave that she was.“You found my messages in the suit—clever. You even erased it—cleverer still. But it was too late, my little toy...”Toy. Toy. She was a toy. Nothing but a plaything. She wasn’t even human any more. She wasn’t even a person ... she was just a toy. A toy to be played with, to be used and thrown away. She.