"You can let me out here," I said reaching over the back to retrieve my case."You alright for money?" she asked while rooting in her handbag."I'm fine...," I said, but still she offered a couple of notes."Here, take this," she said pushing the notes in my face.I took them and she drove off at high speed."Take care," I called after her but she couldn't have heard me.It was only a few minute's walk to Carol's, my sister, house."Oh, it's you," she squealed as she saw me standing in her doorway.I was. .. a posture which offered, most particularly, her lower buttocks and thigh tops for attention. A most sensitive region. The thighs, which sloped down at an angle of about forty-five degrees, were not secured, but the calves were trapped under a heavy wooden trestle. But the main securing strap was a broad one which buckled around the waist at the front side of the bolster. Thus the girl was held rigid from waist to head, forced to keep her bottom squarely presented yet permitted some limited. "What the fuck is going on?!"Steven however, was completely ignoring me, as he himself had started masturbating to our classmate pounding Miss Kinzie's pussy, whispering to himself."Yeah... yeah, fuck that filthy slut, Marcus... fuck her good..."i stared in disbelief at him, and then turned my attention back to Miss Kinzie, who made no attempt to stop Marcus from pummeling into her. Her wings folded out again, and flapped excitedly, causing a light breeze to soar through the room. She turned. I didn't even need a teaching credential; my master's degree was enough. The school was going to be based on the teachings of Jeremy Bentham, the libertarian philosopher. The emphasis of the school was real world application of knowledge and the school needed teachers who knew actual business rather than just academic subjects. It fit me like a glove, so I applied.The first year the school was small, only 300 kids. All of the teachers wound up teaching all sorts of subjects, with emphasis on.