.. that's nearly it...just... Gottim!"The wretched teacher thought his jaw had just broken, it ached so muchunder his ears as the pink straps were pul...ed tight and buckled behindhis neck. His naked buttocks and legs slid deeply into the front of MissHeiffer's floor length skirt of black taffeta as she adjusted him so thatshe held him bent forward from the waist. He found himself looking at thewheels of the child's pushchair that held his pupil, Lyndon Blonding. Howhelpless he was in the hands. As time went on, once in two weeks was not enough and I started to increase the frequency to once in ten days, and soon it became once a week.As the hotel scene started to become less exciting, I remembered that a few years ago Harry and I used to read erotic stories together, stories written by Just-Plain-Bob and Jakewho69 about bars with drinking, dancing and fucking in the parking lot in the backseat of a car.The next evening I drove across town to a bar with dancing, called the Twilight. I was shocked, and became even more shocked when I realized he had his cock out and was rubbing it. He had a raging hard on! He noticed me looking at him, and said, "I can't help it. It's so sexy to watch a girl piss." Surprisingly, I was somewhat turned on too. I finished peeing, and it wasn't about 10 seconds after I stopped that he had a giant (and loud) orgasm. His cum shot straight out; some of it landing in my pee puddle. I was pretty turned on by the whole deal myself. I actually enjoyed. He hadn't even confessed his sins. He couldn't bring himself to admit them to another, not even the kindly Father O'Brien.He had taken advantage of the trusting innocence of girls entrusted to his spiritual care. For two weeks now, he'd been successful in resisting the temptation but he didn't feel confident that he could continue. The young schoolgirl Ann, whom he'd so wantonly deflowered, had tempted him in the confessional when she confessed to wanting to sin with him again. Silently, the.