If you're wondering how 'long' it will last it depends on you because can be in there for a month but in the real world it is only an hour."The though...ts running amok in your skull forced your cheeks to blush brightly and panic to swell among other things. "We're loading up your training suite as we speak John, what was it your 'friend' chose for you again?"The bright letters typed themselves out against an unseen wall infront of you, none of which you wanted to read yet your eyes refused to. His hands shook slightly and he was a little more light headed than normal. Phillip, finally ready to grab some breakfast before heading out, stopped to look in the mirror once more. He studied his appearance. His hair was now brushed back, his face looked cleaner. Perhaps it was the redness that was missing from around his eyes, or the sleepy drop of his mouth. He had chosen a simple black button up shirt and a pair of jeans. Nothing too fancy, He didnt want to stand out. Even through his. I’m not going to give you complete control over me… at least not just yet. I’m going to make you work for it. Breaths turn to moans; my musical accompaniment, which matches the pleasure you create within me. They are gentle, throaty notes, to which my dancing movements sway and undulate. Teasing me to within an inch of begging, my nipples are the first to feel a glimpse of your passion. Tweaking and twisting, your thumb and finger work in harmony to exact their torturous pleasure giving. Something she knew he couldn't do legally but hey? Who would tell? She wouldn't, that she was sure of. She was nineteen, him being her teacher was the only problem. She was first in class, she sat in against the wall at the very back of the room, her favourite place where she could touch herself and wink as Mr Dean looked up. Every time she had done this, he attempted to smile back although flustered he failed, before looking down and correcting the students course work on his desk. Class.