He always wore these thin cloth shorts that were either blue or gray. Sometimes depending on how he was standing at different times I could see the ou...line of his dick. But I could see it clear as day. When I was looking down at his dick he looked at me and covered his pants with his hands and asked, “What are you looking at?” I thought that was a dumb question because he knew. I just thought, screw it “you’ve got a boner” I said jokingly. I shifted in the couch so my boner could be seen; he. Petersen, you know how he wants to get his hands on all of the senior girls, let's tape him and black mail him!!!" Dana stared at her friend for a second or two and then replied, "Let's do it!!! The bell ending the last period of the day had just rang out and the twenty four students of Mr. Petersen's eighth hour advanced math class shuffled out of the room and headed for their lockers and then home! Both Becky and Dana gave each other a nod and stopped in front of Mr. Petersen's desk while. So he suffered in the box and awaited her personal and intimate attention. What would she do to make him come for her?The choice was entirely hers. With his mouth open to the air in the dungeon, his prick standing like a lighthouse from the small hole, she could do what she wanted. Last time in the box it had been her shoes. She had walked on the creaking wooden lid and massaged his rigid organ with the soles of her heels. Massaged his balls with her spikes and forced the come from him as she. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans,the legs shredded to form a sort of skirt that flowed about her verylong, well-formed legs.Her friend seemed astonished. "Matt, what... what the - my voice."His voice had shifted from baritone to a feminine alto. "This... thisis crazy... but..."Curious hands pulled off a second helmet. This one's face was heart-shaped now, with a mass of curls that were braiding themselves, even asshe revealed them. She had a bit of a pug nose and very full lips.She was.