I can’t even concentrate with this going on. So I will simulate the scenario where you’re captured. “O-ok, ok, Professor, please, take it out,” I plead, crying in anguish as he thrusts in and out of me, “Please, stop. “O-ok, ok, Professor, please, take it out,” I plead, crying in anguish as he thrusts in and out of me, “Please, stop. I try forcing my wrists apart to break it. With your lack of self improvement for this long, I fail to see any reason for you to continue your attendance, not only in my class, but in this school. I hate this. I need to get out of this rope. What happened?’ And what did you say to that?”
“I-…I…” is all I can utter,
“What. This is everything to me. I’m crying. I don’t like this. Whatever you desire, conside-”
“Shh,” he interrupts again, “Settle down. Why was this the idea that he had?
