Jordan may be approaching the end of his teenage years, but he’s still terribly hormonal. I take malicious pleasure in preventing him from showering...alone. Of course, as stated, his presence unsettles some other students. However, they, too, are free to leave if it gets unmanageable.After the first fortnight, I summon the boy into my office.“Sit,” I say, as he arrives.His stare is still defiant as he takes a seat. To tease him, I’ve routed out the most low-cut neckline possible. It doesn’t fail. Maybe I'll call her then."Now Eric remembered his manners. "Can I tell her who you are?" he asked."Oh... no, I guess not. I'll surprise her. Don't tell her. Thank you, Eric." You're welcome." Bye now." Bye."She kept herself busy with work until six, but then got a real case of nerves as she sat by the phone, trying to work up the courage to call again. What if she hangs up? What if she doesn't even want to see me? And what if I do see her but can't have her?She was a wreck. Finally, gritting. The cries would sometimes turn to screams and usually begging: "Please Mommy! PLEASE NO MORE!! OWWWWWW!! I'll be good!" Of course, it was to no avail. That was what she wanted. She wanted to hear the crying and screaming and begging.At times like that I would pray to God to give me an older brother - and it wasn't just on those nights when I heard them getting spanked. I would wish for him when I blew out the candles on my birthday cake. I would make the same wish when I saw the first star at. A few minutes passed and she can't hold back the pleasure that has already been built and squirmed. "Relax...it's fine, just enjoy it, enjoy the feeling of being freed, enjoy your releases," Bambi whispered gently in Lisa's ears. Lisa's whole body relaxed as she went to enjoy the warm release in her groin."I'm glad you enjoyed this, Wanker. This session is one of the most important processes in your makeover. In a literal sense, our people here called it a brainwash massage. The shampoo I use.