Kneeling over her, he’s tickling her first on the neck then the waist. She’s in convulsions, legs kicking out against the delightful torture, her ...hite thighs flashing, her school dress skewed up past her knickers.The tickling fingers work from her waist down into her thighs and suddenly I’m transfixed; my heartbeat is the only sound I’m aware of.I watch his finger stroking slowly over her thighs and into the crouch of her knickers.Now she’s ceased squirming; she’s motionless.As her thighs. Her hands come forward to brace herself, but my body weight presses down on her. I grab her hands and shoving them forward so that she loses her balance and lie down on the desktop. My heavy weight laying on her, she struggles to breathe under my weight. Under the pressure, her breasts press painfully against the desktop. Placing a hand in the middle of her back, I hold her pinned as I stand back up.I grab the collar of her shirt and yank it down. My shirt tears as it is pulled from her,. I didn't know what was going on, whether he was here to play golf with us or you had other things in mind. It got very quiet. Thank goodness you broke the silence when you said; “Did you get all the rain drops off of your boobs?” I looked down, opened up my shirt and said, “I think so, what do you think?” You came closer and looked down my shirt and shocked me some more when you told your friend to come closer and look. I laughed and grabbed your hand and put it down my shirt. “Does it still. I was hoping to have more of a fight, but it was not to be. I grabbed the handcuffs from his belt and cuffed him. He was not getting up anytime soon, but I knew he’d be pissed when he did. I removed the chain from my arm and used it to wrap Andore’s legs, I used the second pair of cuffs he had to hold the chain in place. I did a mental count, twenty down, a good start. I decided it was time to move on to the infirmary, and see if I could get a few of my guys to fill in for the five idiots on.