I drive to the local police station and enter. Inside I ask to speak to the District Officer (DO). Each station has a station officer (an inspector) a...d a watch commander (a sergeant). The DO is in charge of a district with several stations and is a superintendent, they’re much higher and have more clout. I’m told he isn’t available at the moment. I give them my address, the registration number of the car watching me, and I say I’ll be home in about half an hour. I ask them to tell the DO to. "And now you've got to go over there to look after his house, while I starve and have to do all your chores. He's got me no matter which way I turn." He paused. "And to top it all off, every day that little vixen Ilona gets prettier. There's something about the glow of motherhood in a young girl. I should farm you out just to get you with child; that would make you pretty again." He stopped and looked at Anna appraisingly. She didn't like his look. There was silence for a long. Sarah stopped what she was doing and looked down. Jane slid my shorts down my hips and then reached up and grabbed the top of my boxers also. In one quick motion she pulled them all the way down and off my feet. My cock sprung back and forth as the waist line past it and a little bit of pre-cum sprayed us. This changed the seriousness of the room because we all laughed and wiped the little splashes off us. Jane reached out slowly, like she was trying to catch an elusive a****l. Her hand reached. The fact she was my teacher wasn't making things any easier. I was anxious about her reaction to my story, both because of the likely mistakes she would notice and the content itself. I was fond of writing about female domination, and I feared such ideas would offend Miss Harris, even if the story she had replied to was on the same theme.A few minutes passed and everything was ready: the water had boiled and the tea bags had been steeped. Miss Harris hadn't told me how she liked hers, so I.