"The bitch"Phil thought long and hard of his plight while drinking a coffee. He was sat at the dining room table with is shoulders back and chest out...and long smooth legs firmly crossed together. His mannerisms were feminine as his long fingers clutched the mug, a row of scarlet fingernails in full view. He realised he must comply so returned to the bed room to get dressed.He picked up the black thong and after figuring out the correct way round pulled them up his legs, over his shapely hips. I reached around behind me and pulled at his zipper to let him know what I wanted. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard penis which I began to touch. It felt wonderful to hold another man in my hand. Just then my wife came back for another drink and not having time to put himself back, he just stuck it between my legs and I closed them tight on it as he pressed against me. Some small talk was said as she got another drink but she didn’t leave. She got in front of me and began to. "I wantyou to look nervous, frightened even. This might help" and he took out a wicked looking riding crop. I looked suitably frightened, but he didn't seem to think that was enough. It was then I noticed the video camera, mounted on a tripod. The record light was glowing red. How long had that been recording, I wondered?Putting down his still camera, he moved round behind me. Several sharp blows on my ass got me looking really frightened, and more photos were taken. I was now distinctly. "Sandberg...I just got a mental note from your next period teacher. Hewants you to move your ass before he gives you a demerit for beinglate." Oh...uh, right." David gave Mr. Patterson a wave in farewell. "Thanks."He then quietly mouthed the words 'see you later' to Brooke, who justgiggled and waved back, stepping into the classroom and occupyingDavid's workstation.Mr. Patterson's eyes followed her as she did so. "I didn't think it waspossible for a Freshman to have any interest in Senior.