Moving his lower jaw from side to side, David pulls on his restraints in a failed attempt to raise his hands and rub his aching face.  With her leg rising before him, David runs his tongue along his bottom lip, almost as though he was looking forward to pleasing her.  When the crop lifted his chin and he looked at her again, he let his deep brown eyes penetrate her for a moment, the look of lust and defiance sometimes getting confused with one another.<br/><br/><br/>"Fuck you," he let the two words sink in for a moment before speaking again.  "I'm not going to lick anything, you crazy bitch."  Twisting his shoulder, he pushes her foot away from him with his body, the best he could do to escape her from his spot on his knees.  Briefly, his eyes flicked over to the other students to gage their reaction, to see if he was alone in this battle or if the others had conceded entirely to their fates.<br/><br/><br/>Refusing to look at Ms. Bell, he stared at the wall to his left, her form barely visible in his peripheral.<br/><br/>