The longer David watched from his knees, the more he felt as though he were dreaming.  The anger and determination to flee was distracted by the horror of what Ms. Bell was forcing upon Keiko especially.  There was a tightening in his chest and his stomach dropped as he imagined the struggle Michael must be facing.  A small voice in David's head told him that none of them wanted any part of this and they weren't to blame.  Michael was not forcing himself on Keiko and neither would David if it came to that, it wasn't optional he kept reminding himself, knowing that guilt would take him over if he were in the other boy's shoes.<br/><br/><br/>Pulling his eyes from Keiko and Michael's cock, they search Ms. Bell, moving along her thighs and tits before landing on her face. There was no reaction from him, he simply watched her select the crop from the wall and return to stand directly before his face.  Somehow with her pussy lingering only inches away, modesty and little bit of anger made David tilt his face slightly away from her and look elsewhere, refusing to praise her body by acknowledging it.<br/><br/><br/>With his cock stretched so tight, each small touch was amplified and he could not help the sharp intake of breath or the twitch of his hips when the crop sent his cock in motion.  There was no plan of action for when the gag was removed, he wasn't resolved to simply bite the shit out of her, that would seem insane but he at least knew he wanted it off.<br/><br/><br/>Nodding to her question of whether or not he could behave, David's face lifts up and his eyes meet hers, trying to keep them expressionless and anger free.  She didn't want them dead, she wanted to make a profit off of them, which meant he had plenty of time to make her suffer, in his own way.<br/><br/>