Her eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open, her gaze fixed on my throbbing length as I slowly moved around the teacher’s desk.I hopped up onto the...edge, one leg dangling down and one hand holding my cock at the base and slowly moving it back and forth, side to side.My teacher’s eyes followed. Back and forth, left and right ... It reminded me of videos I’d seen of people being hypnotized, unable to resist as their eyes followed the pendulum and it drew them deeper and deeper into the. My jaw dropped....almost losing the toy in my mouth......he had a fucking monster between his legs. 9-10 inches and as fat as my arm. He snarled in my ear “ don’t worry....that cunt downstairs has my balls boiling... I will come in just a few minutes..... He turned me back around and I grabbed the toilet seat for stability. I felt his fat cock head forced past my sphincter and cried in pain...?.he was going to fucking kill me.....I was going to die on his huge cock. That was the last conscious. And Jim, the owner of the club, he sorta took me in. He didn’t ask my age at first… and now that he knows, well he doesn’t care.”“But… oooohh, My God…. you were only 15… but it’s ill(e)gal, you both could get in a lot of trouble.”“Yeah, that’s funny…. Jim knows people…. powerful types. He doesn’t have to worry; he does a lot of ill(e)gal shit.” Sandra laughed. “Don’t worry about me dancing at the club… just make my money grow.”"Aaahh, well okay…. what kind of start-up money do I have to work. Until, simultaneously, we found release. What had seemed a lifetime of magisterial tyranny and parental disapprobation was blown away in a moment of pure ecstasy.We sat back. We were happy.It was only later that night when the guilt set in. Deep, long-lasting. For four days, I did not dare talk to him. For three nights, I tossed and turned. My sleeping dreams resounded with the barks of masters, parents, judges, magistrates, reproaching, shaming, condemning. Then I'd wake to waves of relief.