"Nope," I told him. "Went to get her braces tightened. She won't be fit to be around for a week or so."He looked really pained and said, "Damn." Anyth...ing I can do?" I asked sweetly, putting my hands behind me and rotating my hips from side to side, pushing my belly and little boobs hard against my shirt. I was well aware of how cute and sexy I was, and I had practiced that move in front of my mirror many times.He licked his lips. "Naw, you're too young." Try me," I said, feeling my little clit. "Well, you get dressed and then you can help me," she answered. "There are a host of things for you to do for me, fucking is just one of them!"The way that she used that simple crudity just confirmed his opinion that he was now faced with a basic choice. To walk over the hill and give himself up to the first policeman that he saw, or do her bidding and retire from the war as her prisoner."Of course," he said. "I am happy to help." You will do more than just help," she said as she beckoned him. "Uh, sure I can stay for a few minutes," replied Jake, as he shot a quick glance at the door, just in time to catch a glimpse of Mary's bag going through it before it closed shut, leaving him and his English teacher in the room alone, a fact which did not go by unnoticed by Jake."I've noticed you seem to have a hard time keeping your attention focused on the matters at hand during class times Jake. You seem distracted, what exactly is it that is distracting you?" she asked, her voice, he noted. That made it a lot easier, but I still was having trouble, so I eliminated some of the older female chaperones.Cindy and I were the youngest chaperones, except for a couple of teachers. All the parents that went were at least in their late thirties. Most were in their forties and a few in their fifties. Miss Marie Beauvais and Mrs. Joan Davis were the two teachers whose names I committed to memory. I salivated thinking about them in tiny little swim suits. If I were any judge of the female.