Grabbing my assigned textbook, number 14, on the way in, I march down the gap separating rows of desks, and plopped down into my seat. “Have a nice ...eekend, Jacob?” asked Mr. Morrison, my math teacher. “Yes, I did. Thank you for asking, what about you?” I replied. “Oh, you know, just the usual. Watching Sunday night football with the missus yappin’ on about grocery store stories.” For some reason I always thought the Mr. Morrison was a bit gay. But besides that, only a few minutes after I came. The gentleman’s other hand was beneath the table, stroking the inner skin high on the girl’s tanned and toned bare thigh, her leg fully exposed between the low fashionable heels and a very short pleated plaid skirt. Zack took note of the ornament on the young woman’s hand, the Zodiac ring stone faintly glowing. It matched the blinking of the gentleman’s 2-o’clock watch dial marker. Only a TWA graduate in her post graduate sabbatical wore such a ring. Then he noticed the rest of her. Full bouncy. “Come along, my beauty,” he said, “time for you to service your Master... ”Simone, who had been tugging at the bars over the window, turned and he saw her face almost unrecognisable, twisted in panic-stricken terror.“KEEP AWAY... K-KEEP AWAY... YOU... YOU FILTHY BEATS... DON’T TOUCH ME... NO... OOOOOO... HEELLLLLLPPPPPPP!”Grinning, Quentin advanced, his hardening prick now swinging before him. Desperate, Simone tried to dodge away... but Quentin shot out a hand and, gripping her by the hair,. Running sucked. She was also barefoot but the track had some give, so wasn't too painful. She was able to keep up, until the track started to slant. Running "uphill", it did not take long for Ayla to be gasping for air, her thigh muscles burning. The track leveled out again and the speed increased. She tried to hold her breasts against her body to alleviate some of the painful bounce, but couldn't run fast enough like that. And so it went. Uphill, level, faster, slower, her leash.