Outside the headmaster's office, she checked her makeup in her mirror then knocked on the door.Inside the head master had been masturbating, wondering...why Jennifer Truscott's mother wanted to see him. Would she complain about the severity of the caning he had given her daughter? Or would she be trying to get him to drop the three strokes she was still due? Either option promised to be an amusing discussion. He loved discussing discipline with protesting weak politically correct mothers! He put. Reaching behind him, he grabbed a nipple clamp off the bedside table and fixed it to her breast, replacing the hot iron grip of his fingers with the cold steel grip of the clamp. She hadn't noticed before, but the clamp had a line strung through it and as her eyes followed the line, breath catching in her throat, she realized that it was fastened to the closet door and that it had a twin, which returned to his right hand. He clamped the other nipple just as tightly as the first and she was. I needed to hear your voice. It was an addiction. I was a junkie and you were my heroin. But I didn’t want to kick the habit, and I didn’t want you to kick the habit for me, either. So I just tried to be non-disgusting and happy with what I could get.”I slumped. I’d tossed my verbal cookies again. This girl was punching every button I had.“So, all this time, you never made a move on me because you thought I’d be disgusted?”“Well, sure,” I said. “I mean every time I even offered to buy you a cup. He was quiet and didn’t say much but simply smiled and nodded to himself. Later that night after closing hours, the locker room was buzzing with chatter and speculations. The three female junior chefs were huddled together, crooning about how handsome the new Head Chef was. Sage listened and rolled her eyes. Sure, he was good looking but she hated him to the core for taking the position she was meant for. ‘Sous Chef, Sous Chef! Oh… isn’t he such a gem?’ said Ruby. ‘Oh… here he comes!’ they.