" Are you into one night stands?" I asked."Are you going to ask me on a second date or not?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of displeasure."I am..." I said, without even thinking about it.There was a long silence, while she stared into my eyes. Finally she spoke."Well go ahead then." What? Oh. I'd like to see you again," I said."And when might that be?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me."Tomorrow, please!" piped Timothy, who was standing beside us, staring up at us both. We had been. That word was a command. “Stay” he said and my feet planted in place. I was shaking all over but obeyed again when he said, “Close and lock the door”.It was Art! My tormentor from Master’s poker night! Art, the man who fucked my ass and turned me into a sissy bitch! I was standing there like a deer in headlights, afraid to move or speak. Art pushed back in his chair with a smile and said, “I’ve blocked out my entire morning for our ‘meeting’ and told Becca I don’t want to be disturbed for any. He was doing the right thing, all right, there could be no doubt of that.Cindy--his beautiful, passionate, warm Cindy. He moistened his lips. She was better than that whore, Bonnie, any day of the week. Or she would be, once she learned the art of oral gratification. And she would learn-- soon, soon. Tonight, maybe. Howard's prick gave an excited little dance in his trousers as he thought of what would happen when he got Cindy home later on.Could he talk her into more picture-taking? Well, not. There's nothing wrong with the math." She walked up the steps and handed Grace the sheet. When she was walking up she had an inherent grace about her movements and a slight tan ... nice looking girl. Up against nearly any other young girl in Michigan, she'd have been a beauty ... but there was Grace.Grace read her sheet and handed the girl a folded up note."SUB. Student lounge at quarter after 10. Meet the instructors and have coffee."At the ten o'clock bell, Grace and I stepped to the door,.