"Please don't do this!" She continued to squirm, but had no leverage to force him off of her. "Please, I won't tell! I swear!"She could have been lyin...g to him. She could have sworn secrecy, and bolted at her first chance. However, there was something about the way she said it. Perhaps it was the true and actual fear in her eyes and voice, perhaps it was her struggling, perhaps it was her tears, or even something deeper between the two of them, but the man seemed to believe her. He loosened his. "Is there something out there that is more interesting than math?" Ah, no sir. Sorry," I stammered. I was embarrassed to be called out like that in front of the whole class. There were a few laughs and giggles at my expense from the rest of the class, but they weren't too hard on me. I think everyone tuned out Mr. Carter from time to time and they all knew it. The guy was not exactly a great orator and his subject matter was boring as hell unless you were some kind of math whiz that just loved. ”Debra giggled contentedly, checked that her son had left the room, then set down her smoothie, reached under her blouse and removed her bra. It has been so uncomfortable all day at work. Now that it was gone everything was perfect. She had her house and her kids and her smoothie. Yummy yummy smoothie.And if her bra was off, did her pants really need to be buttoned?“Drink your smoothie, Mamma,” Craig encouraged.Debra grinned up at her son from where she sprawled on the couch.“I’m all gooshy!”. “You don’t wear pyjamas do you?” Michael asked. Now my mother had packed me some but wanting to “Fit in” with Michael I said “Never wear them”. We chatted for ages about nothing in particular until suddenly the door slowly opened. In walked Bev wearing a long loose Tee shirt. Michael’s face lit up and he looked over to me (we were in separate single beds, separated by a small bedside cabinet). “If you show her your cock she’ll flash you her pussy” he said to me with the biggest grin on his.