I want to try to fix it but I really don’t know how. I need help. Will you help me to understand so I don’t make the same mistakes again? How do I...fix it?”She shrugged her shoulders as if in desperation. I felt sorry for her but at the same time, I was wary because I suspected a possible ulterior motive.“The answer is simple Linda. It’s called listen, learn and communicate. If you thought that I had deceived you then you should have confronted me by asking me what I had done and why I had done. I’m actually at work right now so I can’t talk long. Is it possible for me to talk to dad?’ ‘Sure, sweetie. You need to come home for dinner one night, soon. We miss you.’ She heard the phone being passed to her father, a gruff no nonsense kind of man who melted all over when it came to his family. ‘Hey Sugar. What’s up?’ ‘Hey Daddy.’ No matter how old she got, he would always be daddy. ‘I need to ask something.’ ‘Whacha need toots? None of them County boys giving you any trouble, are they?’. But then, thinking about it, they are.George comes back carrying a box which he places on the table at one end of the gym. One by one, he points to each of us and beckons for us to come forward.First we get a rubber chest strap, which fits just beneath our breasts. This is part of a heart rate monitor and the monitor goes on our wrists. They are obviously taking care of us. Second, we're told to put on a rubber G-string, which is pleasantly firm. Third, we get what looks like a swimming costume. You were taking two loads of cum, that you were sure they had been saving up.They came with the exuberance of youth. Their cocks so hard and jerking so hard with each spurt of their cum. There were a lot of spurts of cum. You had a bit of difficulty bringing yourself to resume your teachers persona, rather than luxuriating in the peace that comes after such an orgasm.You forced yourself to get them out of you and start cleaning up the cum. It was so abundant. You were going to have to take.