Teacher s DogChapter 5
Lisa Hamilton struggled to sit up, but her student's muscular arm held her fast to the shag rug with his palm flat against the soft white flesh of her quivering belly. Yet she had been able to see enough to know that Curtis was grinning lewdly as he kneeled naked over her defenseless body, and that in his other hand was a thick plastic shaft with which he was tickling her feet. It was cream-colored, about seven inches long and two inches around, and it gave off a buzzing hum like a nest of...