The class cheered as the mocked my moan. He then turned me around and groped my bare ass cheeks. As he continued to finger me, another boy came up and...wrote something on my lower back, and then ass cheeks. “TEACHER’S PET” “PROPERTY OF MR WILSON” the boys read aloud as they laughed. Another boy came up to me and started writing huge letters up my back “X X X” All three of the remaining boy were now groping me. I didn’t know whose hands were whose. All I knew was, it felt good.. I had two pairs. She was wearing a long skirt and very simple shirt. Her hair was red and hung in a single long braid down her back. She was quite petite, and her hands were very delicate looking."Hello, Annabelle. It's nice to finally see you after all the dreams you have put in my head. I want to help you, but I am not sure how I can do anything."Annabelle's mouth moved, but no sound came out. After a minute or so, she finally spoke."How long have I been here? In this place, I mean. This is not my house.". "Ahoy on board," I shouted from the pier. I always wanted to say that. I told myself quietly."Hello, so come aboard," Harold said quietly. I was pretty sure there would be no one for a lot of miles, but Harold was almost whispering. Harold was nervous and that played right into my hands."I would like to check you for microphones," he insisted. Harold might be a smart lawyer but he was way behind the times. He could search all he wanted, but he was very unlikely to find the button audio and. "Yes, dear?" Don't you 'yes, dear' me. You want to explain this?" He was waving a piece of paper."If you'll tell me what 'this' is?" I used the hem of my apron to wipe the sweat from my forehead."It's a three hundred and twenty-two dollar and forty cent phone bill, that's what it is. You want to mind telling me why you called a 900 number -- seventeen times?" Oh, that." I turned back to chopping up carrots. "I was talking to Mary Lou."I could hear his teeth grinding and knew his patience was.