Calla: Especially you. That'd ruin our fun. You promised me another story today, remember?Traveler: Did I?Calla: COME ON! It's been a week! I NEED!Tra...eler: Okay. Give me a minute to think. Inspire me; tell me what you're wearing.Calla: Cashmere sweater, pink, v-neck. Very soft, clingy. Designer jeans, low-cut. Pink satin bra, D-cup, clasp in the front, just a hint of lace. No jewelry, no panties, no shoes. Nice tan.Traveler: Okay, I'm ready. Are you in a comfortable chair?Calla:. And they had little pink bows and teddy bears on them. If her kilt rose any more, she thought, horrified, Mr. O would see them and wonder why his student was wearing panties obviously made for an eleven-year-old. Breaking her spell of mortification was her teacher’s voice. “Sorry, Victoria, you have to put your hands all the way across the desk, and please don’t move them once I begin.” Victoria, with her face lowered to the desk, looked over her shoulder at her teacher, who now stood to her. Her demanding softness shattered him, casting his strength down stories below on a bed of jagged stone. Where he lay broken and empty, a mere shadow and shell of the formidable driving force he’d been moments ago. ‘I love you David,’ she purred against his chest, as his last shuddering thrust filled her satiated form above him! ‘And you my love are the end of all my sweetest dreams,’ he gasped desperately! The cool air of the room kissing his fevered flesh, as he slipped from the warmth of her. She peered through the crack, where she saw something she would never have expected. Through the crack in the doors she could see Theo lying on his bed, TV flickering with scenes of two women engaged in a vigorous session of heavy bondage. A beautiful blonde was strapped face-down on the bed, while a red-headed woman wielded a long red whip on her behind, hard enough to make the blonde squeal in a half pain, half pleasure kind of sound. Even with the volume on low, the silence of the house made.