A smile."And you are?" Layla Chapwell."I expected him to say something else, to begin a dialog, he didn't.For the rest of the class he never once glan...ced my way again. I'm sure he asked for my name because although he had a student manifest, knew everyone's name, he was putting a face with each name.For the remainder of the class the professor essentially laid out his curriculum, gave test dates, expectations on his part and the usual first class information that everyone hears but no one. .I mean testicles," I said. It goes away when I...er.. you know...masturbate," I said meekly."I see," she said, still looking at me and then licked her lips. She seemed to linger her tongue around and outside her lips a little longer than I would have expected. Or maybe that was my imagination."Ok, Jacob" she said finally, "Get you clothes back on and come back to the desk when you are ready. She took off her gloves, apparently satisfied, washed her hands in a sink next to the table, and walked. They fastened permanently and had steel rings on the outside that Jan realized permitted the wearer to be hooked to fasteners on a wall or post and locked into a position. The next day she received a collar that served the same purpose. Similar mailings, detailing her future duties as a slave, arrived almost daily.By now nearly two weeks of the fifteen days had passed and Jan was beside herself. Her first thought had been the Gordons, but they hadn't yet returned from their trip. As they all. That was to be my plan for the weekend and I was off to a great start. I then unpacked my assortment of female toys, some heavy sordid reading material and a bottle of port and settled onto the bedding for some serious self-fun. I slowly engrossed myself in a story about a young lingerie salesgirl selling door to door that just happened to knock on the door of 2 horny studs.I had the feeling that every orifice of this cutie would be creamed against her will, so I hungrily read on. I rested the.