“Who’s that?” I immediately asked my teacher, Mr. Callum, as I sat down. “That’s the student teacher, Miss Rose.” She smiled the prettie...t smile I’ve seen in my life and I sank into my chair. Over the next few weeks, nothing really happened. Ms. Rose seemed pretty quiet and shy and actually had a bit of trouble controlling our rowdy class. She seemed like an innocent, shy woman until one day mid-Autumn… We were working on clay models; modeling after some artist I can’t remember. My friend. Maybe she bullied him, too. It wouldn’t shock me at all.In the meantime, I slid into Melinda and she screamed through her own ball gag now. She seemed to fear that I would bite her, too, and when I didn’t, she relaxed a little. In spite of her muffled protests, she began to get into the act, probably because she was drawn to power and I certainly displayed my share of that. She pushed back at me with her hips, perhaps also due to the way that she felt jealousy over Oliver, her pussy-whipped. "Come back into the fold, and I’ll make sure that itch is scratched with a good fat cock, You can have the benefits back. Said Madge. If you want we can get that cunt and arse fixed"?. I sat and listened to the wife's statement, knowing that she had a hard time, moving out of the home a month into the six, was difficult for both of us. I didn't leave the vets until knew the girls where on the plane I walked back into a gay orgy, my 2 other buddies had turned up and the clean-up crew had worked. I would appreciate it if you don't tell her."I promised.Glenn continued, "I still have those fantasies. The things I have had to do since you came into our lives are right out of my fantasies. I hate it, just like in my fantasies. I hate everything you and your friends and all of those strangers make me do. I can't help it, though. The idea that they are doing those perverted things to me, that they are free to do them whenever the whim strikes, that excites me. I can't explain. I suppose it.