I couldn’t concentrate so I left the house to get a beer and think. After two hours my conscience began to calm, my thoughts reverted to years past ...and I started to get pissed that Marla had deleted my stories. She didn’t have to do that, they were my private thoughts and it was a lot of work to put them in print, to give my thoughts coherency. I was entitled to think any fucking thing I wanted, about life, sex and her. Other than to write down my teen aged daydreams I hadn’t thought about. I am in charge of this class and as long as school is still on you will&hellip, But just as he was about to finish the bell for the end of the day rang. All the students laughed and walked out of class. Helen went to her hook and picked up her backpack when her ass was grabbed from behind. Humm your ass has grown a lot, I recommend you lay off those chips. Ashley said jokingly. Helen laughed and turned around Your such a bitch Ashley. Ashley laughed. No its the other way around youre my bitch.. She doesn’t know who I’m talking to but it’s just as well. The look on her face is priceless and the way she twists at the cuffs and struggles against the rope around her neck is strangely erotic.By the time the doorbell rings twenty minutes later I’ve already cut holes in Lillian’s $69 Chantelle bra. Her breasts puff though the bra’s makeshift openings and her nipples swell against the sweater. Despite her protests, I’ve filled her mouth with pages of the Cosmo magazine I found in her purse. Finding our way by the moonlight, I lead you the short distance to the door of what seems to be a holiday cabin. Near the coast you realize, as you can hear waves breaking on rocks a short distance away.Holding your hand, I lead you through the door into what appears to be quite a well-furnished room. I point out a comfortable sofa, where you sit and watch with increasing amazement as I move around the room lighting candle after candle – dozens of them, to slowly reveal a large, tasteful room.