“Lay on your stomach.”Rachel knelt on the bed and let Marcus’s rough hand push her flat on her stomach. He reached up to free the hand restraint...s on the side of the bed and clasped her wrists into them. Producing a blindfold from the bedside table, he tied it around her eyes until she could no longer see or move easily. Then nothing—no words, no touch—for several long minutes she could feel only the cold air of the ceiling fan drying the wet semen coating her ass and back.“Marcus,” Rachel. He spent the entire afternoon enjoying the feel and scent of his "secret stash". Joe had to suppress his desires through most of high school. Between gym class and sports practice, he just couldn't risk being caught in panties. Frustration accompanied his abstinence and Joe found he had to find new ways to relieve the tension. As a member of the swim team he found he could justify shaving his body and removing all that nasty hair that kept him from fully enjoying the feeling of dressing late at. The sleeve covered her hand like a mitt with only one sewn digit for her thumb while the rest of her hand was covered by the mitt. The length of the sleeve reached up to the top of her arm where it was buckled around just above the bicep to hold it in place. He then placed a similar sleeve onto her left arm. Taking a pair of leather cuffs, he buckled them over the leather sleeves around her wrists and gently pulled her arms behind her back attached the cuffs together with a short snap link. "This isn't about your tuition if that's what you think Mr. Wethers. Mr. Benson wants you to do detention before spring break begins for.. subordination?" He looked down at a paper, my report slip "So I told him I would" Benson that grouchy bastard just wanted to give me one last thorn in the balls until he ran off himself."But I think you and me can settle up?" He wasn't asking. I had thought something was up when I was called here, the old bastard was the same as Benson just getting one last.