His tongue starts a dance with my own, passing back and forth between my mouth and his own. I feel my breathing getting heavier, my heart starts to be...t faster, until I think it will burst through my corset. Suddenly David breaks the kiss. He seems to be breathing just as heavily as myself. His lips look slightly swollen and are a darker red colour. I can only imagine what my own look like. He sits back in his seat and tries to even his breathing pattern. After what seems like an eternity of. They had, after all, paid half of my tuition. Professor Dawes continued. “These grades, to be quite frank, are atrocious.” He stood and began walking around me, his hands clasped behind his back. “Nothing seems to be getting through to you. You are an adult, so we cannot hold you in detention. I am not your father, so I cannot take away your basic privileges.” He turned to look at me then, a glint in his eye. “I think what you need... is a good fucking.” “A-a fucking,. ...what??.... what did he mean???.....So as the contest continued...they decided to vote on a winner...and a loser....and the winner got to make the loser do what ever he wanted.....After the first round guess who was the loser?...yes, me....and the winner was....Chris....oh shit...Chris told me to get on my knee's and stick my butt out. and show the other boys my butthole....and i had to stay that way until Chris said...I got a towel, and did as I was ordered....at first the others were. Sara had laid out good money for these I said to myself before placing them back in the box and it on the coffee table. I turned on the T.V. but watched on and off because my eyes were drawn back to the contents of package. An hour pass and my cell phone began to ring. Quickly I jumped and grabbed my purse, pulling my phone out and saw it was Sara before I excitedly answered . “yes ma ‘am” . “Did you get the package I sent you”, she asked. “yes ma ‘am it’s here”. “Ma ‘am can I ask who it is?,.