” She went and looked through some paperwork on the teachers desk. Just then I thought of something bold, that might help with my studies…“Hey u...m… do you tutor Chem two students?” She looked up from her search, and gave me a calculating look. I thought I saw her glance quickly at my crotch and back to my eyes. I tried not to flush… and failed miserably as always. She blinked at me and decided to pretend nothing happened.“Not normally no. Why, is my best student having trouble now?” She looked. “What an abso-fucking-lutely brilliant idea. Where can we get some?” I had been making discreet enquiries of a boy we sometimes saw in the pub and he’d offered me some, hoping, I suspect, to get in my knickers. I’d bought it, told him no chance and secreted it in my knicker pocket (I know – but seriously, regulation knickers had a small pocket for, believe it or not, change in case we needed to use a public toilet!). “Well, as it happens, I already have.” “Millerton, you’re a fucking criminal!”. "I weakly said, "Yes Sir."When I got down on my hands and knees on the stone floor Steven said,"There's a large puddle of cum in front of you. Put your face down on the floorand lick it up. Clean up the mess. Understand?"I heard myself say, "Yes Sir."I could open my eyes a little and had my face on the floor as ordered thenI started licking the small puddle of cum on the floor that I could seethrough the oil sting in my eyes. I could hear cell phone shutters clickingwhile I slowly ran my tongue. One of my helpers can handle things while I'm not there."There was more and more to this man that she had ever thought. "Helper? What are you, a foreman or something? I thought you were just a mechanic."Again, that half "I'm sorry" and half bashful little boy look. "Well no, I'm the plant engineer. That means I am a mechanic with a title and I have two good helpers working for me." You are some sort of strange man, Sam I Am." God. I'm starting to sound like Doctor Seuss. "You sit here and drink.