You’re a lucky man… a brave man, but a lucky man.’ ‘Yes, very brave, and very lucky.’ said my mother, who had woken up. ‘Hi, Mom… it jus... sorta happened…’ I said, using the time-honored excuse for the many times I came home in my youth knowing I was about to be in trouble. ‘Yes, a lot of things ‘just sorta happened’, son.’ said my mother, her face breaking into a grin. ‘And thank God you came out of it in one piece.’ I remembered being brought in the night before, checked out thoroughly by Dr.. She also apologized in your name and promised that your tardiness will cease to happen. Therefore, for today you will run only twenty laps around the school"."Only twenty laps!" Zax felt a sense of relief. Usually it is five times the amount. And not just Zax was happy. Since Mr. Ogler gives collective punishments, all the class will have to participate in the laps and twenty are a lot less than a hundred.Outside the school's building."Look at this jerk"."Yeah, get us in troubles. Then she asked me to take a few candid pics of her while she decorated the flower CARPET and I said OK. So she started to pose for the pictures and with her deep cut blouse,her cleavage was too big. I took a few decent photos (and a few cleavage photos for the night.)So she asked me to WhatsApp the pics and gave me her number. So when I was sending the pictures, I accidentally sent her one of the cleavage pics of my classmate. Then she replied to me saying…Her-so this was what you were upto.?. The clients enters the basement and walk trough the corridor doing just the same as the guard.When they finaly had select their whore they went into the fuck cell through the bamboo curtain which gave some privacy.In the cell were 4 things:A mattress for the fuck business ,an old armchair for the blow jobs,a toilet with wash possibility’s for cleaning the clients and themselfs after the cunt and anal rapes ,because rapes it always were. And the heavy iron ring in the center where the long.