Then I was pulled down a hallway and ignored when I asked to use a bathroom. Instead, I was pushed into an empty cell with a toilet without a seat.“...hen do I get my phone call?” I asked.Deputy Washell, Ronnie’s backup, and my arresting officer, replied, “What phone call?”“Like you said, I have the right to a lawyer. Do I get to call my lawyer, or do I have to put up with your legal aid lawyer?”The answer was quick to come. Washell stepped up to me and cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he. ” “Thank you. She said she’d meet with you after school tomorrow.’ At School The Next Day---School the next day went by rather slowly. After nearly dying of boredom in my math class and barely surviving the wrath of my English teacher for not having my English paper done, I finally made it to lunch. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the typical dumb jock. Math isn’t hard. Neither is writing a report. I just don’t give a fuck anymore. School is just part of a system that teaches you how to be the. What was he going to do? Bob was scared. He got off the bed, leaving his naked partner looking up at him with sex-dulled eyes. She didn't know what had happened and wondered what she'd done to displease her teacher. What could she do to get him back?Bob made his way down the hall to Mrs. Wilson's bedroom. Maybe if he promised never to do it again she would keep quiet. He shuddered at the thought of Reverend Wilson's anger. And what if they found out he'd also fucked little Leena? Oh God.The. Tubing and bottles. He was going to give me my first enema.He sat me on the edge of the toilet and told me what he was going to do. He got the cleanser ready and lubed up the tip of the tube. I leaned back a bit as he slid the tiny tube up my slightly raw ass. I was already hard and oozing pre-cum, but the pressure of the liquid being squeezed in made me even harder. As he was cleaning me out, he was rubbing my taint and occasionally licking my clear pre-cum off the tip of my dick.Once I.