He cricked his finger. I walked in the camper. What a sight! Kneeling on floor was a woman. She had a "disguise" on--an ugly old ski hat covered her h...ir. They had put a bandana over her eyes, and most of the top of her face. She was wearing a ratty old CSU t-shirt. I doubt I would be able recognize her in camp. But I made a mental note of the shirt and planned to look for her later so as to find out her true identity. The music was cranked to point just short of being intolerable. Standing. Every little move stirred my emotions. My face was red and my eyes just stared off. I remember grinding my ass into my chair when my teacher's face came into focus right in front of me. His lips were moving as I tried to focus on what he was saying. That's when I realized the class was over and people were leaving. But my teacher was still talking to me. I couldn't hear his words. I just smiled and nodded hiding my condition. The condition of riding the Raging Hard-on for my first time.The. "How do you plead?" Phillip asked."I'm innocent. I did what I had to do to maintain order and control." We will leave it up to your fellow students. If they enjoyed your control and your penalties, we will find you not guilty, and allow you to go. But..." His voice trailed off.Ron called out to the student body, "Is she guilty of these crimes or is she innocent? Does she get punished or do we let her go?"Overwhelmingly, the students yelled, "Guilty. Guilty of everything that you said, and. At least I assumed the other mouth was a woman's. Then I seemed to be the center of a frenzy of sexual stimulation. One hand cupping my balls. A mouth sucking my cock. Fingernails raking over my chest. A mouth nursing my tiny nipples. A hand sliding under my ass, squeezing my cheeks. Then two hands under my ass. lifting me up onto a pillow. The mouth released my cock and moved lower, sucking a ball into her mouth and working it rhythmically as a hand stroked my now fully engorged shaft. I felt.