It was getting late. I needed to sleep. Had to think of something else.I awoke the next morning to a sunlit room, and the sound of a woodpecker chisel...ng out a hole in a nearby tree. It was the same shitty routine for me. Get up and stretch, Go to the bathroom to piss. Go into the kitchen to make my coffee. And of course, the occasional scratching of my ass and balls. Go outside to fetch the paper, and sit at the island counter drinking my cup of joe, and eating a small breakfast. It was after. He told everyone she appeared to be fine just unconscious. Smiling he told them the first thing to do was loosen any restrictive clothing and removed her blouse discovering she was not wearing a bra. Another student said that skirt looks pretty tight so it to was removed leaving her naked. The students picked her up and placed her on her desk. They moved her nude body positioning her body spread eagled on the desk. The student began exploring her body their hands roaming over it. This caused. .....Just breath in......" I coached I did the breathing techniques with him as I continued to apply pressure to the strap-on. After a few minutes of coaching, I could feel his ass relax a little as the strap-on sunk in deeper. He was biting his lower lip and grabbing the sheets on the bed with his hands as he felt the intruder go deeper inside him.Being a woman I could relate to what he was going through and what he was feeling at the moment. I felt bad for him that he had to go through this,. As usual, he had to wrestle with the door a little bit to get it open. Damn thing was warped, he’d called the apartment manager about it at least twice in the past two weeks, but as usual they were taking their own sweet time fixing it. When the door finally did come open, he was hit by the rush of stale air, accented by the faint aroma of cigarette smoke, coming no doubt from the guy who lived next door. ‘If I wanted to smell cigarette smoke, I’d start smoking!’ Mitch said this aloud. He.