00 P.M. that evening and descending down the steep staircase behind it into the murky depths of the Weight Watchers nightclub. "Welcome to our little ...leasure palace, Anita," came a voice from the shadows. As the man approached she saw that he was a tubby, balding man in his fifties. From his voice she recognised that he was the man she had spoken to on the phone, the proprietor. "Our little parties are, of course, not open to the general public. Tonight is just for you and for our long. Miss Amore, my Math Teacher, was sitting on the toilet, she was completely naked, and her hands were behind her back.Miss Amore said, “Could you help me? Please! Oh my God! You’re one of my students.”Then she started crying.I asked, “How did you get in here?”Miss Amore said, “I got drunk. Three guys kept buying me drinks. All night long! When I got too drunk to get myself into the lady’s bathroom they brought me in here. I didn’t even object when they undressed me. However, when they handcuffed. This was our life away from work and stress. We often just touched. A finger brushing a hip; A hand gliding along an ass cheek; A finger curling pubic hair, all done as a matter of fact none of it sexual at all. Keri and I were playful and loving and sharing.In late August, I was laying outside one Sunday afternoon. The weather was just starting to turn from the high heat of the summer to the comfortable heat of the fall. My lounge chair was set so that I was sitting up. I was taking in the. She needed to be told in a thousand ways that she was a woman, she was desirable, she was savage, and she drove him wild. It appeared, Sensia saw this as the opportunity to have that happen. Logan was having a hard time generating the energy to send her packing. It seemed so much more delightful to imagine her body going wild in orgasm, with his going right alongside it. Despite his interest to the contrary, Logan found it intriguing when a situation such as with Sensia concluded as it did. In.