“What I’m going to tell you, you can’t repeat to a living soul, ever.”“Okay.”“She just broke up with her boyfriend. She feels dumped, an... in the dumps. If somebody asked her to the next dance, she’d feel much better. You do dance, don’t you?” Of course, Mr. Schmidt dealt with the kids on an MYF basis. The dance chaperones were an entirely different group of adults.“Sure. I’ve been going to the school dances stag.” Well, he’d gone to two dances stag, but details weren’t necessary. “But you don’t. I knew that was totally a taboo and nothing than any decent young boy should ever think about, much less fantasize about when he's masturbating. I hadn't started dating yet and yet my hormones were already raging and my body was rapidly maturing and responding to the stimulations of hormonal control. I would often jack my cock off either while I was showering or at night when I was lying naked alone in my bed and I'd suddenly find my thoughts going to a sexy girl or teacher at school, possibly. You're fit, and sizable enough to pull this off. Now shower! And get out there! You have 15 minutes!” He reluctantly made his way to the shower. He was hoping that she'd come back in as he finished up, and forgive him. As he got out of the shower, he grabbed the white thong and starred at it. He opened the door a crack, and called for Chelsea. “What? It's been 20minutes, and you're still in your towel? What's the problem James?” “I don't think I'm..” “Tough. Put it on now!" “Alright.” . ”“Well, that was what I intended but, after your outburst this morning, I changed my mind. I told you to think before you act. Now mom and dad will be home in about an hour, so we won’t have time to sneak in all I have planned for you now, so it’ll have to be tonight. I’ll even get a fresh carrot ready for you.”June suddenly remembered the butt plug in her purse and dug it out.“Here,” she handed the bag containing the plug to Autumn, “Roger wants me to give this to you. He says we shouldn’t let.