"There was this one. Tyrell. He was the star running back. He was charming, confident. He was tall and I used to love seeing him in my class--especial...y when he had on spandex.I would feel guilty for getting, you know, getting hot for him while I was teaching. I mean, I was young, but I was old enough to know better. Wierd how just 6 years is supposed to make such a difference. I mean, he was already 18 and I was 23. Just because he was a student and I was his teacher...Anyway, he would notice. (I’m so easy!) Just before we were ready to leave, Jim sat me down on the chair and hiked up my skirt and licked and teased my already aroused pussy, bringing me to the brink of orgasm then abruptly stopped. He can be so nasty, but once again, it accomplished the goal, it made me incredibly horny! On the way to the bar Jim reminded me to just have fun and not worry about him, and that he was fine with whatever may happen- and that’s why I love him so much. We parked and walked into the bar hand. Then Mike said ?would you like to cum, slave?? Shaking my head frantically and mumbling though the ball gag. Thinking ? oh please, please let me cum.? Then finally Mike said ?Okay, slave, you have my permission to cum.? I let myself go and my orgasm began. My legs, my arms my entire body began to vibrate as the waves began to wash over me. I lost all sense of reality as the orgasms began to rip through my body.I must have passed out. The next thing I remember is laying on the floor. My. "These people we are going to have to use. You have to understand that they are only interested in money. I believe we are justified in using them, because the men we are after are also only interested in themselves and money. But I can't be sure we can trust the guys we are intending to use either. You must understand that!" I think I do!" I replied."Good, because the moment we get over there we are placing our own lives on the line. Be sure you are willing to take that risk."Pat went on to.