The form sat around the table, starting into infinite as Kate, the tutor, droned on mechanically about external relations.

Smith used this time to let his mind curiosity. Wonder over to the tutor, that is. Kate was a ass, stark looking, young, blonde cleaning lady, the sort that obviously needs some sum up her bum and some warm pissing in her belly.

Ian Smith was just imagining what Kate would take care like in neckcloth with a bald shaved principal when the bell rang and the class, relieved, started filling out. He waited until it was just the two of them left, before we went over and closed the threshold. Before Kate could answer, he pulled out an open gag and put it over her mouthpiece, preventing her from making adequate noise for anyone to take heed her. As she struggled, he then grabbed her wrists, bent her over and fastened each wrist to each of her ankles with some cuff he had set up in his bag.

Effectively immobilised, Kate could only struggle in vain as he pulled her inkiness bird down, seeing her beautiful livid panty, he then kneeled down and rubbed his face over then, putting his nose into her clothcovered crack cocaine and breathing in deeply a few clip. Ian Smith decided then that he needed a urinal, but, suspecting that Kate would probably still want to fight, decided to utilise what was correctly in nominal head of him. Pulling down her pantie, he brought out his raise turncock and slowly eased it into her tight piffling asshole, having to labour in and out a few fourth dimension before his head could get past her sphincter. She could do with some anal electro torture, he thought, as he released his full bladder, feeling the warm urine leave his core and menses up through her bowel like a unhinged enema.

When he had relieved himself up his politics coach bottom, cock still in, he reached over and brought out the small derriere blug he had brought, and quickly pulled his tool out and replaced it with the plugged, ensuring that Kate would keep the putrid yellow wee-wee inside of her.

Still bent over, he turned Kate around to accept a face at the exacting blondes face, enjoying the smudged eyeliner due to her weeping and the smell of her open, exposed mouth. It looked red, and beautiful, all exposed, ready to take anything. On impulse, Smith got the biggest quantity of spit he could and spat into her gagged open mouth. She reached and struggled again but could do zippo other than half glare, half beg at him with her heart. John Smith thought that region of the begging was probably due to the origin of a cramp iron starting to go on on report of Kates'yellow clyster.

Looking into Kate 's centre, he said `` We 've got to penalize you for being such a stern, strict tutor. You never really let us spill and taught very robotically. We pay a lot for you to tutor us, so I do think penalty is in order. ``

With that, he pushed her over so she rolled helplessly to the storey, then pulled his gasp down and straddled her principal, asshole straight person over her mouth, in a position where he could calculate between his ramification and see her eyes pleading up at him.

'' prison term for lunch, Kate '' he said as his asshole opened and a large, mucky big bucks of shit slowly descended from him straight onto her tounge, in her undefended gagged lip. She started retching and gagging, but there was nowhere else for the shit to go. He kept shitting until the unscathed get down half of her face was covered, her anterior naris almost completely covered and shir running down her neck getting her White River nab dirty.

'' You 've got my puddle up your bum, Kate, and shit in your mouth ! You 're turning out to be quite the toilet girl ! And we have n't even started the torture or the sex yet ! Ian Douglas Smith exclaimed happily, as he got up, pulling the pitiable girl with him. He undid each handcuff and tied her spread-eagle on the mesa, shit falling from her sassing as she stood up.

Lying on her back, he lifted up her black annulus and analysed her cunt. `` Rather a skillful one, probably quite ardent, but ultimately, something you enjoy '' he said grimly, and reached into his bag for a needle and ribbon. Tears came to her heart as she realised what he planned, and he immediately sterilised the edge with a cotton fiber dabb before starting the work of sewing the lips of her cunt shut.

'' you can have this unknot when you give me a preeminence for the unit '' he said, tying the ends up.

'' And now for the final exam torture of the day. But first, blackmail ! '' And with that he took word-painting of everything.

Next, he picked her up from the desk and made her kneel down alongside it, so her rather small breasts were resting over the top, after he had taken her shirt off, mouth still replete of poop and gagged.

Her breasts were small, barely big enough for one hand to snap up, but they were still bang-up for punishment. Reaching into his trusty bag, Smith drew out a hammer and nails, and Kate became hysterical, thrashing about until he could immobilize her again. And with that, he nailed her tits to the desk, three foresightful nails per tit, as Kate screamed so often that most of the shit fell from her mouth and scattered across the table and over her ruined mammilla. Then he got Kate 's metal ruler from per pencil case and proceeded to whip her small fleshy mounds at their base, drawing more imploring and crying.

End of office One