Que sera sera. It was some weeknight, might have been March, where the only people home were myself and Mr. Michaels. Mr. Michaels was nice, his first... name was Jeff, but I still always called him Mr. Michaels, just force of habit to address adults by their last name. If you squinted you could see where he resembled his son. Where Brian had hard lines and chiseled muscles, Mr. Michaels was just softer, more weathered away. He was in his late forties, and did something with accounting or some. .. BEND OVER!!!' The Master picks up his cane from his desk and whacks the grey trousered target twice or three times and then orders the victim back to his desk. Squirming at my desk with my hand over my straining, twitching cock, my imagination runs wild..... 'Come out here Boy!......... What do you think you're doing?..... don't argue with me.... take your trousers down...... now your underpants...... why have you got a stiff cock?.... what were you doing in MY classroom....... I'm. I could do nothingbut immerse myself completely in that dimension of masculine power thathad just opened up in front of me. I must have waited a good half hourbefore the appearance of my God. But even eternity would have felt like aminute, in the anticipation of my Absolute Male Divinity.At one point, I felt a surge of Supernatural Energy sweep through theroom. God entered from an opening at the back that only had a curtain. Hemade no noise, yet I could feel a presence arriving before me. I. ' She gritted her teeth before she opened her mouth.Kim was fighting her need for control as Jake pushed the gag in and quickly strapped it tight. Jake sat back and observed her reactions, “You need to let go and relax. Trust me.” Kim's breath immediately became ragged and she convulsed on the gag again. She started whining and looking at Jake for help. Jake remained uninterested. Her body began looking for relief from the constraints as she twisted and pulled. Panic set in. She couldn't help.