”“Hai. Doing this in public? With people watching? Who ... why ... what is that for?” Ayame said in confusion.“Damned if I know,” Roger mutt...red. “Supposed to make the kid ‘more comfortable with his body’ or something idiotic like that.”“How does humiliation comfort someone?” she asked, now even more confused.Cynthia put her hand on Ayame’s shoulder. “It’s not about the Program person, I’ve figured out. It’s about titillating the observers. It’s to teach us how to become compliant voyeurs, not. ...and I think it's been this discovery that has made me lose even more of my inhibitions. And from having sex once a week at karaoke, me and my boyfriend have quickly gone on to having sex three and four times a week: and even that doesn't seem enough for me now. He's now got an arrangement with old Mr. Tui, who's very kind to me now, and books a room for us at his lodging house every night from 5.30pm until 8pm, and I take my things (nightie, spare panti, special panti, and toothbrush) to. With my history, no one would believe me, even with the tape as evidence. Nick's lawyers would make it look like I wanted to do it and I just couldn't put myself through that torture knowing that Nick would get away scott-free."It was pretty clear that Kim didn't know what to say. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? God. I hope Nick doesn't show that tape to anyone else. I know I'd really be embarrassed if it were me."I smiled, thinking that if getting caught making out on the couch. Teacher stroke himself, Turner began to feel uncomfortable in his own pants such was the strength of his erection. Involuntarily, he found himself releasing his swollen cock from his restrictive pants. He lowered the pants to the top of his legs.Mr. Murray opened his eyes to drink in once again the nubile body of Turner beneath the shower. Their eyes met. Turner made a small gasp. Mr. Murray’s face displayed no reaction other than his eyes fell to take in the erection that Turner had released.