I tried to comfort her but she slapped my hand away. “Don’t touch me. Get away from me”! She shrieked and I stepped back confused. “...What happened to you”? I asked and she sobbed out the whole story. “He made me do it with him, he made me come early to class today and he did so many nasty things to me. It didn’t feel good like when you did it to me. It hurt and he stuck his dirty thing into my asshole and it hurt really bad. I tried to scream but no one could hear me and he. Like the previous days, he was carrying a large tray with both hands. It was my dinner. He carefully pushed the door open with his back, and once he was inside the room, he placed the items he was holding on top of the dressing table. His front still turned away from me. Turning around, he had a shocked look on his face for a moment. He had never seen me sitting up. The startled look, turned into a smile, as he approached me.He nodded his head. “I see you are up, that is excellent,” he said.I. But Matthew wasn't taking no for an answer, especially in a dense and dark woodland late at night. Clasping hold of her hand, he let the comely schoolteacher lead them through the labyrinthine paths using some kind of sixth sense. A fifteen minute walk through more forest, finally the lights of a faraway street burned a yellow hole in the blackness. Mounting a stile, the pretty teacher turned to say goodbye. Yet Matthew being Matthew insisted on walking her right up to the door, an offer borne. So, I decided to remain seated as the crowd cleared out and casually covered my bulge with my notebook as I let my hardness subside. My eyes briefly caught Susan’s again as she was leaving, and her sly smile left me with no doubt that we were both simmering with lust that we wouldn’t restrain. Back in my office, I was inspired by my craving for her and hurriedly followed up on emails and phone calls to take care of business issues in anticipation of finding out what was on Susan’s mind. It.