You just have to keep loving yourself so you do not develop a self-esteem problem. I really do not see you going there though.”I was flexing her leg..., drawing the lower part up until her heel touched her ass, “Do you feel any tightness in your back when I do that? Okay, what about now. Okay now put your arms straight down beside you.” I started checking the motion in her arms and shoulders and found myself almost disappointed that there were no problems left to fix.“Okay Cheryl, you can sit up. I want it smaller and I want you to excel at having a small cock, don’t you? If you are going to do something do it properly?” Sam had statedI had nodded my agreement and Sam now presented me with the new device. It had a metal wired sheath to go over my penis. This could be adjusted to make it larger or smaller and the whole thing was kept in place by 3 wires. Two went to my waist and a third went between my legs and buttocks joining the other two at my back.It was fucking uncomfortable but. I whispered again, "You're going to jail for a VERY long time for having sexual relations with your students," I grabbed his collar, "You're a filthy fuck and you deserve to rot in jail for as long as you live."He put his hands behind his back to act like he was handcuffed. "No, please guard, don't do this to me, don't bring me to prison." Fuck you," I said, spitting in his face, "You're a scumbag." Stop. I'll do anything. Just pull the car over and i'll do anything for you." Anything?" I acted. I know you've never time traveled 20 years in a single night, but let metell you how visibly noticeable it actually is. My classmates wereactually talking to each other. No cell phones. No checking texts orFacebook. No selfies. And the clothes. The late 90's were in full forcehere. Plaid and argyle for miles.I put my backpack down and started to pull out my binder when someonewalked up to the desk in front of me. I looked up.It was Fay. My crush. Oh my god. My heart skipped and long.