He was about two inches shorter than I, and about twenty pounds lighter. He had shaggy brown hair that reached to his collar, and the bluest eyes I ha...d ever seen. His features were, in a word, perfect. Full lips, high cheekbones and a prominent chin framed a flawless tanned complexion. He wore a now tattered sleeveless T shirt and shorts that showed his toned physique.I had never thought of myself as gay, although I had traveled enough to see more of it than most American kids. But, this guy. And in my arms a shocked, shaking, silently crying child, his arms wound tightly around my neck. But of course the child was brilliant, shy, silent Sam. And of course the crazy lady with the knife was Sam’s mother. And of course the story of the broken family and the violent, drug abusing mother that was not allowed access to her own child was known by the management, who had not deemed it relevant for the teachers to know about it. In just one short hours’ time, we all knew the sad story. Only. I proceeded mechanically trying hard not to think about how ridiculous I felt ... or what I was doing ... and how fucking crazy I was for willingly coming here today. There was no use resisting at this point. If I ran, Alex would just shock the hell out of me with this collar.No, I had my chances to back out. This is really going to happen now.She watched quietly, fidgeting with her sexy outfit, as I undressed. Her skirt was so short that if I had dared to look up when I bent down to remove my. She stood a tall five foot five, and weighed a slight one hundred twenty pounds. Her hips were a little on the broad side, but she had a waspish waist. Her breasts weren’t large, only thirty-four B, but she’d learned to keep them firm and supple. The exercise regimen she followed guaranteed they stayed that way. She eschewed the use of fraudulent cosmetics and implants. She found hard work and exercise were the preferred courses of action. She had a beautiful face, ravishing big blue eyes, a.