Who cares about punnett squares, recessive genes, and phenotypes? Not me, at 18 I care a lot more about my social life. I like Fridays much better, at...least then I get to look forward to the football games. Don’t get ahead of yourself though, I’m no cheerleader. I’m on the dance team. It’s not as glamorous, but it’s something. Who doesn’t like sequins? Anyway, back to my story. Biology is boring, but what I failed to mention is that my teacher is totally hot. He runs marathons and jogs every. "Then he went home and got some real sleep.He went back in uniform the following day, two hours before his shift started. They were supposed to be playing racquetball right now.The news was good. She had begun moving, and seemed to be responding to pain. Now they were keeping her unconscious with drugs, to allow her to heal more, and to keep her brain inactive. No next of kin had stepped forward to order anything different, so the doctors were having it their way, while they could.She looked. More lashes-I had lost count. He had a couple ofphone calls and I played with his cock whilst he was talking. When he had finishedhe decided that I needed more training lashes before fucking so had me kneelbeside the bed. But then the doorbell rang. Master hurriedly put some clotheson and as he went he said, ?Stay there!? Being an obedient slave I did justthat and remained kneeling for over 10 minutes- Master was quite surprisedto see me still there! Then it was on to the bed and I was. As I got more comfortable, I had let the covers little down and let boobs pop out a little which is an invitation to the Scot. I could see the hard on in his pants and I dragged the covers still down showing my boobs completely to him. The Indian went to the fridge to get another beer. And the Scot took off his shirt and entered the covers. A passionate smooch from him was enough to arouse me further. This guy was going slowly and I was enjoying it now. He brushed my neck, ear lobes with finger.