Through trial and painful error, she had found this to be the wisest approach. Adhering to proper etiquette for a low ranking student, she stood still...there just inside the door. It automatically closed behind her. Perfect rows of empty seats started at the wall on both sides of her. ‘Fourteen chairs total, in this row.’ The classroom was, unconventionally, designed and decorated solely in shades of white. Every surface was white, ranging through lily white, to egg shell white, to beige white.. The dog's panting was loud in my ear and where as the previous jabs had missed their mark the dog finally found the spot it was looking for. With a mighty thrust the dog buried itself deep inside filling me with its hot cock and then began to fuck me with a ferocity & intensity I had never experienced before. At that moment I knew I was hooked on dog cock forever and throwing any last vestiges of shame away I screamed loudly "fuck my dog slut cunt like the dog bitch I am." The dog ignored my. “I have GOT to be more careful,” I scolded myself. My house phone rang.“Hello?”“Mr. Johnson, were you spying on me?”“Er…What?”“With those binoculars? Were you spying on me?”“Well… yes…I guess I was. You really are quite beautiful, you know.”“There’s no reason for you to sit up there in your office and spy on me when I said you can come down for a swim anytime. That binocular thing is kind of creepy, don’t you think?”“Yes, I guess it is,” I admitted sullenly. “I promise I won’t use them again,. ... Marcus was at that point between confusion, arousal and hypnosis - for the past two hours, I had been psychological breaking down his barriers with a process that I wrote back in the '90s - it is called 'the flip-flop'. I won't go into the process, but I will tell you the end result. Marcus was sweating like a bastard - we had a couple of smokes and a cider or two - he obviously liked me, because he continuously asked me to speak to him about experiences and said that he was doing it to.