”“Yes, Ms. Woodhill,” Sean said.Ms. Woodhill went to the board and wrote, ‘What was your favorite poem and why?’ She turned to the class and... asked, “Are there any questions?”Sean raised his hand.“Sean?”“Can you give us a hint?” Sean asked.Ms. Woodhill said, “Of course, I can. What poem had the most effect on Miss Emery?”“This is an easy test,” Sean said grabbing a pen and paper. “I didn’t even get through five lines of it and she was all over me.”Suzie turned bright red. He wrote down the. I pocketed the keys to the handcuffs.All the while I was silently aware that Carol was shuffling up behind me with a syringe. It took a great deal of mind power not to turn around and disarm her. But I was confident that Lydia would protect me.Besides, Carol needed to experience firsthand how helpless she was before me.I sensed her hand moving quickly ... she was trying to strike. She was aiming for her favorite spot. She was trying to jab me in the neck ... again.It didn't work this time.Her. I was still getting hard on thinking about what happened earlier and I decided to do something for myself. As soon as she came to sleep besides me I lifted my Boxer so that my hard dick was fully exposed to her. I was still pretending to be in fast sleep but I was very well aware that she is watching my big dick I can even hear her taking heavy breaths and then I felt her hand over my dick for a fraction of a second and then I hear the sound of door shutting. I understood that she was nervous. Waiting patiently in the dark, Mike heard the silent dripping of water, liquid that was flowing downhill and refereeing at the bottom somewhere.“What now?” Mike asked. He was answered by a giant ball of fire, summoned into Ratu’s hand.“We widen the room,” she said. “We need some space.”“Sounds good.” Mike waited while Ratu cast the ball of fire out. She summoned several more, and water flowed freely around his feet while she created a circular room with a domed roof around them. In the middle.