Sir mola box pehly hi din say mujhko buhut pyar say dekhty thay aur mujhko pyar say kashi kehty thay aur aksar pyar say mery galon aur kabhi kabhar me...i gand par bhi hath pherty thay jab exame nazdeek aany lagy tao aek din sir nay kaha kashi tum parhai mein buhut kamzor ho aur mujhko lagta hai tum fail ho jao gay aur agr tum pass hona hai tao mujh say tiution parhni ho gi mein razi ho gaya sir nay kaha tum kal sham 5pm mery ghar aa jana sir ka ghar punjab colony mein tha mein agly din 5pm sir. " When we got to the bedroom and undressed Cindy pulled out a new toy, a short riding crop."Oh does someone need a spanking? Who wants to be ridden?", I asked with interest.She replied, "Oh someone will be ridden alright."Cindy then asked me to assume the position and promptly tied my hands. "Do you trust me?", she asked."Completely. No stop words needed." I may have spoken too soon.Once I was on my knees bending forward Cindy gave me a smack on the ass with the crop."Ow, fuck. That hurt". I missed all the briefing announcements, strategies, etc. By the time I arrived, the party was in full swing and we had a fantastic turnout. I was able to get most of the briefing information I needed to work the room and targeted students but no one mentioned the critical item that our usual Sangria wine punch in the library was generously spiked with pure lab alcohol. The announcement I missed was a cautionary one to drink it sparingly but make sure we were generous with it with our future. You're just an old sweetie, aren't you Dick? A perverted old sweetie." She was giggling. "Are you two already downstairs?" It was Erica, coming down the stairway. I quickly stood up, stuffed my limp dick back in my chinos, and composed myself. I whispered to Emily. "Quick, get in my library. When you mother is in the kitchen get upstairs and clean up." She scrambled out, through the archway to my library door, and entered there. I was over by the kitchen counter pouring coffee when Erica.