“Mr. Klein has had experience with athletes acting out, so for the next two weeks, you have an hour detention after school. You’ll report to his c...assroom and serve your detention there.”“But practi-” she regretted it the moment the words slipped from her lips.His nostrils flared and eyes went wide with rage, “Did you have something to add Ms. Walker? Because if you do, then I am sure I could also add something more.”She cast her eyes down and shook her head.“Very wise. Wait outside now.”She. Quickly I ran a rope around my neck, under each arm and over the bamboo. I pulled it tight and back around the front under my breasts and tied it off. Then I slid the small hole in my leather hood over the surgical tubing and worked it onto my head. I zipped it and tugged it smooth down my neck. Working blindly now, I took the second collar I had brought with me and tied the rope dangling from above to the front loop. This was a posture collar with a protective flap on the front of the throat.. I laughed. “How come I have to do all the work? Why don’t you?”She pressed my hand to her. “You’re the guy. You’re biologically programmed to do the pursuing.”“If memory serves, you did all the work after our backgammon game.”“That was different. I was making love to you. I just want some fun sex this time.”I laughed again.“Make me horny enough and I have a surprise for you,” she enticed.Giving in, I caressed her breast, gently squeezing, then teasing by running my fingertip around her areola.. Seducing him. Whispering in his ear in a low manly voice, “Do you like that?”Reagan would squirm, hearing the imaginary voice in his ear. “Yes,” he'd whisper in answer.Then suddenly Reagan's fingers would be clutching the older man's heavy cock and hearing the man ask again, “Do you like that?”“I fucking love this...Daddy,” Reagan, shocked, heard himself say. “May I suck on you...Daddy?”Each time it cycled around, Reagan thought more and deeper about the fantasy. He surprised himself by.