?Don’t do gay stuff to me, please.??Of course we’re not gonna do gay stuff to you, Jackie. I told you, we’re not gay.?Jack could scarcely believ... his ears. ?So you’re not going to, to r-rape me???I didn’t say that. I said we weren’t going to do gay stuff to you. It’s not gay unless you’re on the receiving end. You are going to be the one doing gay stuff.?Jack let out a wail and renewed his struggle to get out of his restraints.?Oh for fuck’s sake,? snapped Clyde. He jabbed the button on his. Betty stood in front of me so I could not be seen unless Betty turned around. I took the opportunity to put my hand up my skirt between my legs so I could feel just how wet I was. Very, I discovered, and I quickly slipped my fingers into my knickers and rubbed my nicely wet vagina. I was so aroused. I found watching David being caned even more erotic than him being spanked. I reckoned the sound David was making would hide anything I did and so continued to masturbate as Betty swished the. "Oh shit," she said aloud. Kyle looked up and noticed her cheeks were almost as red as her pouty lips, those lips he often fantasized about touching with his cock."What's wrong?" he asked.Before she could say anything, Dr. Kelly came rushing out of the music library and headed straight toward her, his steel blue eyes locked into hers like a wolf who has found his prey. "Ms. Marin, I need to speak to you." He was pissed, frustrated, and impatient, but still composed. "I gave you explicit. Do I have to? It's embarrassing Mom." She said:"Yes you have to, dear. This will make you think twice before you try any more "peeping tom" stuff with me or any body else again. Come on now sport. Quit stalling and drop those pants. You'll get over your embarrassment quick enough."I turned away from her and pulled my shirt up over my head and then reached down and unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and shorts to the floor. I heard Mom suck in her breath as she said:"Not bad Danny, not bad.