" "Oh, my God!" Stephen chuckled. "So it's true. You little slut. I bet you imagined yourself just like this, your skirt up over your ass and getting ...spanked till your ass was red, right in front your whole class! Who were they? What were their names?" "H... Hillary Saunders... and... and... Gerri Lynch and Ambrosia Coustas... and... Petra Gila and... Oh, Godddd..." "And your teacher? Who was the teacher, baby girl?" "No! Please!" Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! "Tell me! Who was it?!" "M.... There was no way I was going to be able to sleep, so I faked it. I lay there, my mind racing as I argued within myself over the wrongness of it against the raw pleasure I was enjoying...After just a few minutes I noticed that sometimes as we hit a bump Ken's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my hard dick. Through barely open eyes, so as to appear asleep, I looked down to assess the situation... when I did, I saw Ken glance up ever so slightly, seeing if I was awake. A-ha! He was. This was already out of hand. Dylan was good to me and honest with me, and I owed it to him not to sneak behind his back. ‘Sew wat?’ Craig answered, and the teacher in me bristled at the man’s illiteracy. ‘So I don’t want 2 fck u,’ I answered, my face set like I was scolding the guy. He was twenty. I mean, I’m only twenty-two, but it feels like a world of difference between Craig and me. He seems like a child, honestly. A boy, really. With a huge dick and a warm willing mouth. ‘I don’t wnt. ' she decided. 'I'll bet he can fix this restlessness I feel – help me find something worth doing until the resources of the great ship are available again.'Béla leaned against the doorway and gazed into the library. Jeff had his back to the door and was now studying a large, hard-back tome. 'Probably an encyclopedia, ' she thought as she watched. She could simply brush against his mind and find out what he was thinking, but she was constantly practicing restraint these days, knowing how much.