"And enjoying herself it would seem," he blushed profusely as MistressTanya stepped into the light.He wanted to speak....shout at her but could not.Sh...e saw the anger, confusion and her grin broadened."Don't worry dear you have already had the preliminary training hypno,"she smirked."Let me show you what is to come......your fate," she growled huskilyobviously aroused by what she was doing.He struggled in his bonds to no avail only succeeding in allowing thedildo deeper into his sissy. I made small talk for with the guys and after a short time the girls returned looking preppie again. My wife sat next to me as she scooted in to the booth between Edward and me. He sat there with his arms spread on the back of the booth with his beer in one hand and his other back behind my wife. She looked at me for approval and I said that I wanted to talk outside. She said sure baby and we departed to the parking lot.I asked her what was going on and she got pretty touchy. She said that they. Every day the halls were filled with men whose bodies had been molded to physical perfection. Michelle always had a weakness for jocks. Even though she had been married for five years, and her husband was no less lacking in physical looks, Michelle couldn't help but get an erotic charge dealing with all of those hard bodied men.Some days it was an agony for her to just look. It was Saturday afternoon when they had brought in Craig Thomson. He was the star halfback from the local university and. Hart whispers in my ear, “Gray, can I talk to you in the other room?”“Uh yeah sure.” I get up and follow him into the adjoining empty classroom. I look at Mr. Hart’s face taking in his sexy stubble and the way he never buttons the top button of his shirts revealing his collar bone. He leans down and kisses my lips sending a bolt of energy through me.“Woah,” I say pulling away, even though he’s sexy as hell I don’t want to be caught kissing him. “Mr. Hart,are you sure we should be doing this.