" I had my head boiling in anger with her rude replies. She started to gather her stuffs to start making her way out. I said it again in a raised tone... "I am not fake." She ironically smiled at me and kept walking. I couldn't believe the inferiority she inflicted on me, I never felt this angry before in my life.Mrs. Mehra was just on the door before I left the table to approach her in my angry rage. I turned Mrs. Mehra around before holding her chin with my hand and sticking her to the wall. I. Then, one rare Saturday when I don’t have to go into work, I hear a light knock at the door.He is on the other side, standing casually when I open it. A small smile curves his lips.“Are you busy?”My heart thuds. “Umm, not really.”“I was wondering if you could give me a haircut.” He runs a hand through his hair, shuffling around the choppy layers, and gives me a big smile. “I’m becoming a bit too alternative for school.”I smile nervously and gesture him inside. He sits quietly while I gather. I walked to the end of the table, between her legs, and ran a finger down the opening of her pussy,she moaned, then gently tapped it with my crop,she squeeled, but the gag stopped anything loud,i tapped again this time twice in a rapid succession,tap,tap,she bucked,i then walked to another table,where layed my tools, i picked up 2 nipple clamps and put one on each of her now hard erect nipples,then i chose a whip, i began slowly swinging it closer and closer, to her pussy, with a smack it made. " Will you come home with me Bobby?" If that's what you want, yes I will." That's what I want," sighed Heather taking one of his hands in hers.Then looking at her best friend said softly, "Chelly, I don't really know what to say..." You don't need to say anything Hey. I'm good with it, and I'm happily hoping for both of you ... Really Sweetie, no bullshit."That's the first time Bob had recognized hearing anyone use Heather's nickname, Hey.Then with a forced smile, "Now, why don't you two get.