"So... is it making you wet, Mindy?" Oh God..." she gasped. She shuddered as she tried yet again to resist the compulsion to keep looking. She failed ...again, and each time it was harder and harder to get her mind to even entertain the thought in the first place.Instead she was filled with a insatiable lust to see more. Yet all through it, she could not bring herself to seek relief. She could not move her free hand to her pussy, no matter how badly it ached, or how desperate she was for. John was the pizza delivery guy, there was a UPS driver, and the “Postman” who’d “Cum” to deliver mail. When she woke up she was soaking wet. Her dreams were starting to get really weird. Fuck, she really needed to get a grip.When Hans woke up, she fucked him until he passed out, then she jumped in her car and headed for the Econo Lodge.On a lark, she called J.J. and told him to meet her there. When she pulled in she saw J.J.’s car, the pizza delivery truck, and the cars that Melvin and Billy. Yes, I needed more, I needed them to make me pass out. Upstairs she had me strip, and ran her hands all over, ensuring my arousal. I was almost begging her to take me, when she asked if I was ready. She led me to the bed, and had me on my hands and knees facing the end, and then she slowly starting binding me in place. I could feel my wetness running down my legs as she secured me, her voice teasing me with thoughts of what I was about to do.I heard the front door open as she put the blindfold. "You thrashed Paul when he came and he still resents the suffering you caused and has sort to get his revenge in secret ways ever since. I still very much resent the way I was punished and I'm sure this resentment would have increased tenfold had not others stepped in to stop my punishment this morning. Once my anger at what I felt was a barbaric punishment for a seemingly trivial offence, died down and the pain decreased, I found I was able to get along well with the students. Because of the.