The President stayed while the house doc looked at my hands and evaluated.“No broken skin. You must have some really tough skin. All I need to do is...clean them with professional grade hand sanitizer and you will be OK,” the doc said.Only thing that said was that her lips took all the impact. My knuckles would be bruised and that was all. Waco would be enjoying liquids for a few days and no spitting.“Do I tell them I still have a job or am I suspended pending whatever?” I asked.“I’m going out. It's bad enough to let one person fuck me and not let me know who it is..." I protested, but did not actually finish my sentence. I could feel myself growing wet as I visualized being blindfolded and tied over the ottoman, naked and vulnerable, unable to do anything but accept any intrusion and any penetration that my audience attempted. And I would not even know who was doing what. "Jim, who is this other person?' "It's his wife. She wants to watch her husband fuck you." "Jim, I can't...you. "Good work, Reiko-san," Mr Tanaka smiled back, pausing a while to look into Miyuki'ssoft brown eyes, "but you might want to do it this way." Mr Tanaka stepped behindMiyuki, almost putting his arms around the slim girl as he reached for the ballin her left hand, and grabbed her right wrist at the same time. Miyuki was dressedin a t-shirt and a really short white skirt - standard for volleyball. Mr Tanakacould smell her body fragrance at this close distance. As he showed the attractiveteenager. Then he spoke. "I'm going to tell you a love story about a girl named Sephy. Sephy was a freshman Program girl the first year I taught here. She was just 14. I was only 23 myself, and even I was a little nervous, but she was scared to death. She walked into my second period class straight from being stripped in the office. When I offered her relief she started crying and admitted she didn't even know what that meant."Right then I changed the lesson plan for the day. I told her she had to come.