”“I can’t go in a boy’s locker room,” cried Tracy, “what if the coach or another teacher comes in?”“Don’t worry about that pet,” s...id Christina, “everyone is in a meeting and won’t show up, unless you take too much time sucking off all of the guys.”“Ooookkkk,” whispered Tracy, “if you say so.”“Oh, and one more thing,” said Linda. “The boys don’t want you to know who they are, so you have to be blindfolded before going in.” And with that, she produced a blindfold and covered Tracy’s eyes. Then. “I know your situation. It’s real bad. I cannot imagine how that must affect you.”“Yeah, well that’s for sure. Nobody can know how that feels who hasn’t experienced it,” I said.“I’m sure that’s so. I’ve read some stuff about guys who come back from the war zone with injuries like yours. Some of them adapt, some of them don’t. I sure as hell hope that you are one of the ones who does,” she said. I snorted.“Yeah, well I’ve been trying for fifteen years that should tell you something,” I said. The. 'Come in, Laura, I've been waiting for 5 minutes now, you're late!'. Jeez man, give me a break, was all that ran through my mind. I stepped in and there he was, sat behind his desk with the slowly setting yellowy sun glinting on his face, dayum, i was feeling horny at the sight of him. This was going to be a painful detention.'Sit down on the front row, Laura. You can rewrite your coursework.''Ok, thanks sir.' I said as he passed me my coursework which was a grade B so why he wanted me to. Or looking for new ideas. I looked up and saw a gentleman and almost desperately Inodded to him...hoping he could come and rescue me from this hell. He smiled and came to thebooth...thinking my prayers had been answered as he smiled and leaned towards me with hishand out...I went to take his hand but was too late..he give me a back hand across my face...I'dnever been hit that hard...then he reached over and stroked my right nipple and then myleft...more slaps...his time across my tits...even.