The very thought of doing what she was about to do to Sakura made Ino's heart thump vigorously.She blushed hard and leered RIGHT into Sakura's eyes, a...d smirked with sexual intent; a look that took the pink haired futa's breath away. Sakura began to sweat bullets as Ino snaked her way down to her knees, where she proceeded to tease and fumble around with her using both of her hands.Sakura unconsciously dug her fingers into the wall of the room as she pressed her back harder against it. She shut. He looked towards the direction of his window. He could now make out the moonlight shining through his window curtain.He had been having those same dreams again. The first dream was the one he first had in his mom's car town two weeks ago. He was ten years old. He was leading a group of other kids. They were always chasing and bullying some poor young girl. She looked like some kind of gypsy. She was terrified of Charles and the other kids.The second dream was about him and the kids throwing. "Thanks, you're the best. I'm sure that's all I'd need."Jenna sorted through the stack of exams until she found the one with her son's name. The room was totally silent while she swiftly graded his test. Through the corner of her eyes, she could see her son tremble each time she marked a wrong answer. As she flipped through the pages, he gulped with each turn. In a weird way, she liked having this power over her son. In a dark corner of Jenna's mind, dominating her son was the ultimate sexual. Isaacson, Mrs. Arnott, and Mr. Flack all rolled into one.”“Whoa!”“I take it those are the best teachers at your High School?” I asked.“The ones who are cool, who challenge you, and who aren’t afraid of parents complaining. They’re all tenured, so short of some kind of criminal activity, they won’t lose their jobs no matter what. Mr. Isaacson says he lives for parents who complain about ‘sensitive’ topics.”“Sadly,” I said, “there will be very few teachers like Mr. Isaacson in the future. The.