Special schooling
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				Title: <strong>Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:55:23</strong>
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				Alissa paced the empty classroom, taking deep breaths to calm herself,<br><em>"Wake me up with the morning glory.<br>Can't understand your lies and stories.<br>How do you mark your territory?"</em><br>She huged herself. Five minutes, and it starts. She had plans for these students, yes. She couldn't wait. She knew, in another part of the school, her brother would be waiting for his class.<br>There, the bell. Any moment now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:54:38</strong>
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				Vincent leaned back in his chair and laughed. The school day was over and the first members of their 'club' were coming. He was a math teacher at the school and enjoyed looking at the students, picturing them naked. The other advisor for their club was his older sister, who was strange, but he understood why.<br>The bad boy persona he had was stiil in him and was one of the main causes that made her the way she was now. He didn't mean to, but he had to.<br>Vincent stood up and locked his doors and left down the hall to a secret hall way with a secret room. You see, this place was hard to find and you had to be famileir about the school to know where it was. He entered his office/class room and didn't turn on the light. Bending down and opening a drawer he pulled out a pack of cigaretts. As he grabbed one he lit it and got back up. He grabbed his glasses and put them on as he put on his pin-striped jacket.<br>His leather pants fit snug around every part of him, the black muscle shirt fell over his body tightly which showed of his toned body. His belt kept everything one, which he had to deal with, and his biker boots saftly on.<br>His skin was a soft peach color and smooth, black hair that fell on it, if not slicked back, and his crimson eyes that peirced you.<br>Vincent reached his sister's side and knocked on her door.<br>"Hey, it's time hun. Let's meet 'em." His fairly deep voice cooed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 10:38:23</strong>
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				Alissa jumped at the sound, then imeadiatly relaxed. "Hey, Vincent." she answered, opening the door. She smiled at him and pulled him in for a quick hug. When they were younger,she used to spin him around in the air. It had been so much fun....<br>Well, they'd both changed since then. Sad, but true. Besides, he was bigger now. She couldn't phyically do it anymore.<br>"I can't wait untill it starts." she said, "We've had this planed for, what, three months now?" she steped back, her hands folded in front of her. <br>"I've got it all set up, I'm just waiting for everyone to get here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 14:17:57</strong>
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				Alex stalks into the room, seemingly the first in as she chews on her Gum and takes a seat, putting her feet up on the desk with a practiced 'don't give a shit' attitude. She proceeds to glare around the room as if everything and everyone in it has done her a wicked personal wrong., she says nothing but waits to be addressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 17:31:01</strong>
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				Anne-Sophie had some trouble finding the place, as she was not familiar with this part of school, She was used to be around the sciences class, the labs, the library, so when she finally got there, she was out of breath...strange for some one as in shape as she was....She did not recallled being that out of breath even after a hard workout. <br><br>She forced herself to calm down, Yes she was nervous, at first, she had found this "Club thing" totally ridiculous, but, the idea ran in her mind, to a point she could not think of nothing else...so she decided to join...She was sick of her life, and was not able to change it. <br><br>She entered, and piked a desk two desk&nbsp; away from the girl with her feet on the desk, she nod a salute to her. She took out her agenda and look at her next few days work load. She had a paper due back in in 3 days in chemistry and an otherone in philosophy, both were well under way. She relaxed, every was under control. <br><br>Anne-Sophie, took a few second to look around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 18:13:43</strong>
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				Alex gives the newcomer a quick once over, winking and blowing her a kiss as she walks in, waggling her eyebrows and generally looking lecherous. She loved distance flirting, and she pulled out all the stops, adjusting her breasts, making phallic gestures with her pen, licking her lips seductively and batting her eyelashes. She smirked to herself, delighting in whatever effect she happens to have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 19:22:59</strong>
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				While Anne-Sophie was going trough her agenda, she looked at the other from the corner of her eyes, she was curious. would she have the strength to go trough and even get to that level, could she become a little slut. <br><br>She even dare to send a kiss to the other girl, but then blushed. She could not believe she did it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 19:27:18</strong>
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				Alex grins at the reciprocation, in one cool move slipping down a few seats so she's right next to the other girl, smelling of leather and motor oil. She puts on a husky voice.<br><br>"Hey... I'm Alex... what do they call you, sweetie?" She flashes a sexy smile at the new girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 05:21:08</strong>
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				"Let's go meet the ones that are here for now, 'till the others come along. Okay?" Vincent put out the cigarett, after one last puff, on his boot. He then put it away.<br>Vincent put his hand in his pockets and headed twords the front of the room and smiled. "Ladies, how are you this fine evening? I hope everything is well, no?" Steps up on the platform in front of the rows of chairs. He sat at the desk and put his feet up, still smiling at them. "You do realise, the sign up sheet is over here and, well, not in each other's eyes?"<br>He put a pen and paper on the desk and resumed his position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 16:45:30</strong>
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				Cursing himself for running late Tim jogged quickly across campus and into one of the older brick buildings.&nbsp; He hated being late, and wished now that he had begged off on those last two sets of bench presses at the gym.&nbsp; His lifting partner had been late which of course made their lifting time run late and now he was paying for it.&nbsp; He had showered quickly, threw one a pair of running shorts and t shirt and started jogging for the building on the far side of campus.&nbsp; The run was not hard and the campus was nice this time of year as it shook off the winter’s cold and welcomed the warmth and new life of spring.<br><br>Finding the building he quickly ducked inside and made his way through the labyrinthine hall ways and stair wells to get to the classroom where the club was scheduled to meet.&nbsp; He checked his watch, and seeing that he actually had about 2 minutes before the scheduled time he slowed his pace to a brisk walk so that he would not appear winded when he arrived.<br><br>Quietly opening the classroom door he peered inside to see two people at the front of the class, which he guessed were possibly the teachers, although both looked to be on the young side for college profs.&nbsp; The man sat down behind a desk and kicked his feet up.&nbsp; In the seats scattered around the room he saw two additional people, both were pretty, both girls.&nbsp; <br><br>The first one his eyes settled on as he stepped into the doorway looked very familiar.&nbsp; Her brown hair framed her bookish face, complete with dark glasses and pouty lips.&nbsp; Tim felt strongly that he knew her from someplace, but could not place her exactly.&nbsp; Maybe he had seen her in the dining hall, or around the science buildings or something.&nbsp; All he knew for sure was that she had a certain cuteness about her that he knew he would not have easily missed.&nbsp; Come to think of it she sort of reminded him of a couple girls he had hooked up with over Christmas break that were from Harvard.&nbsp; <br><br>He thought as a small wry smile graced his lips, <em>Those girls were smart as hell, but could fuck you silly if you let’em...</em>&nbsp; which he did.<br><br>The other girl sat with her feet up and appeared to be blowing kisses to the cute, bookish girl.&nbsp; <em>Hmm</em>, he thought, <em>I think I am gonna like this club already.&nbsp; </em><br><br>She was taller and maybe less athletic than the other girl there, but had a definite bad-ass aura about her.&nbsp; Watching from the doorway he saw her make a lewd gesture with her pen, which gave him a slight stirring in his shorts, and then saw her get up and move over right next to “Harvard”, speaking is raspy but hushed tones she said something that he could not quite hear.&nbsp; As she moved her jeans hugged her hips and backside perfectly, ending over top of a pair of black biker-looking boots… and she looked like she belonged straddling the saddle of a Harley with her hair whipping out behind her, not a classroom chair.<br><br><em>Oh, yeah… bad-ass and wicked hot</em> Tim started thinking.&nbsp; <em>Shit… I’d like to give her a test ride.</em><br><br>Not wanting to get caught standing in the door way, thus not appearing as creepy and lecherous, as he actually was acting like right now, he opened the door and stepped through, quickly scanning the other seats to see if had missed anyone.&nbsp; Nope, no one else was here yet, which was OK with him.&nbsp; If things did not get any busier he definitely liked his odds with being the only guy with these hot girls.&nbsp; And yes, they were both hot… smokin’ in fact.&nbsp; Now that he was in the door and could see them both clearly he recognized that they had very different looks about them, but Hell… he would be happy to get close to either one (<em>or both if he was wicked lucky</em>, he thought) of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing the prof’s words about signing in jerked him back to the realization that he was in a classroom on campus, not the local tap room.&nbsp; He quickly turned and walked over to the man, taking up the pen offered and singed in on the attendance sheet.&nbsp; "Afternoon, sir." he said quietly.&nbsp; Then laying the pen down on the desk, he turned back to the girls at their seats.<br><br>He strode purposefully to a seat directly on the other side of “Harvard”, and pulled up the chair.&nbsp; He had hoped to catch what “Harley” had been saying, but had missed it.&nbsp; Nodding his head toward the two he started speaking quickly in his Massachusetts accent, “Ladies…&nbsp; How ah ya?&nbsp; Sorry if I missed anything.&nbsp; I’m Tim, Tim McNeil.&nbsp; Pleased to make yer acquaintance.&nbsp; This seat taken?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Without waiting for an answer he dropped his workout bag next to the chair, slipped into the seat and settled in. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 17:45:14</strong>
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				Whispering back to Alex, with her French-english accent, hum...I'm Anne-Sophie,&nbsp; she gave a quick smile but regain her composer as the prof's started to speak, She nodded to the guy who sat down, but did not answer him. <br><br>She got up, and went to sign the presence sheet. Afterward, she got back, and then looked at the guy, She looked at him, but she did not recognized him, so she did not gave him more attention then required...probably one of those guy who tough every thing was due to him, that was due to him. and she hated those people. <br><br>She asked herself, once again, if she had made a mistake...she felt for a second...that she had no place&nbsp; here. but she wanted to see..hear..learn something a chemistry lab or a physics class could teach her.&nbsp; so she stayed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 22:39:07</strong>
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				Alex signs her name almost lazily, plonking herself down in one slick motion, moving the chair closer to Anne-Sophie with a small smile. "Perhaps sometime later we can go for a ride on my motorcycle? wind in your hair... throbbing engine between your legs? Key in the ignition?" She smirks at her innuendo, cordially snubbing the newcomer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 04:21:58</strong>
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				Not really paying attention to the fact that the girls had not answered his questions, or really even spoken to him at all, he sort of chuckled to himself and leaned back in his chair.&nbsp; Watching both of the women walk up and sign in he simply enjoyed the view.&nbsp; When they sat back down he chose not to reach out to them again, but simply leaned back in his chair and watched.&nbsp; As "Harley" spoke he heard what she was saying, and smiled at the obviously intended innuendo.&nbsp; Yep, Tim was certain that he was going to enjoy himself, even if that meant just setting back and watching.&nbsp; He just wondered now what was going to happen when the profs started to speak, and if there were any other people who were planning to come in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 05:04:53</strong>
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				Alissa smiled, moving to stand next to her brother. She loved just watching them flirt, their body language. Of corse, she was simply waiting untill she got a hold of them. She felt her body reacting to the thought.<br>She hoped they'd get a lot of people, that would be so much fun. The touching, the cooing, the restraints....<br>She laughed quietly to herself. Yes, this would deffantly keep the quiteness away for a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 16:58:35</strong>
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				Anne-Sophie obviously did not catch the induendo from Alex offer, so she smiled, but refrained to give her a clear answer....but she recorded her offer..and would talk to her on a certain future. <br><br>in a low tone as if she did not want to disturb, - "eventually, when...I...I have more time available. if it suits your schedule."<br><br>She then looked at the teacher's that were in front of the class, they were, young, they looked good, they did not seem creepy, and for that, she was thankful.&nbsp; She was eager...and...a little nervous.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 19:41:00</strong>
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				"Honey, I'll fit you in whenever, you want a midnight ride on me, then you just give me a call." She offers another very sexual smile before placing her feet on the desk and fiddling with a small engine part in her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 10:28:43</strong>
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				Anne took a piece of paper from her agenda, and wrote her phone number, and gave it quickly to Alex....it was an impulsive gesture...but she had to do it...she wanted to do it. <br><br>She then leaned to Alex and whispered in her ear...lets go take a coffee after...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 10:37:46</strong>
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				Alex puts the phone number in her back pocket, smiling and nodding, kicking back and fiddling with the engine part, the thing reeks of mortor oil and general 'car workshop', but she has a big smile on her face as she pulls out a small spanner to tinker with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 02:05:55</strong>
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				Vincent looked at them as they came up. He looked at the peeking man and smiled. He seemed too interested in the girls. He wouldn't change that, but he'd 'teach' him a few things.<br><br>As the man fully came in,he was taking by surprise. He had a wonderfully kept body and muscles and good looks. He wondered if he knew how to use his hips, oh, he would teach him lots of things.<br><br>The man came up and said hello. "Oh, why, hello. What a nice young man." As he looked closer, he licked his lips and sat back again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 07:39:34</strong>
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				Tim sat in his seat and continued looking around; waiting for others to join in or for things to start, whichever came first.&nbsp; He sat near the two girls who were still chatting amongst themselves, but did not mind being excluded.&nbsp; He enjoyed the exercise of sizing someone up.&nbsp; It was one of those things he did well before any match; he’d sit back and watch and listen.&nbsp; It is amazing what you can learn about a person simply from watching them and seeing the way that they interact with another person. <br><br>He also made sure to set his gaze on the odd pair at the front of the room.&nbsp; The woman seemed to be almost shy, and hovered close to the group and the man at the desk, but seemed to be reluctant to join them fully… either that or she appeared to be stalking them; like a big jungle cat.&nbsp; <br><br>The man too seemed a bit detached as he sat there.&nbsp; Tim got the impression that he was sizing them up as much as Tim was doing the same to him.&nbsp; He had to admit to himself that they were both good looking, and well put together.&nbsp; The man certainly carried himself with a strong air of confidence; one that his female counterpart did not exude as strongly.&nbsp; Still, his eyes continued to be drawn back to the man.&nbsp; There was something about him that made Tim want to focus on him.&nbsp; It is not like he was really Tim’s “type” or anything.&nbsp; <br><br><em>The fact is,</em> Tim thought, <em>I don’t really have a type.&nbsp; This whole idea of sex for the sake of sex, whether it is with a guy or a girl, is sort of new to me.&nbsp; I'm not really attracted to any one type of girl or guy, it is more about who they are... how they portray themselves; their confidence and attitude.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Casual sex was not new, of course, but the fact that he could be drawn to a man’s body, as well as a woman’s was.&nbsp; Tim had spent years in the locker room where muscled bodies were plenty and cocks swung wide and free all of the time, and rarely did he ever think of wanting one of them.&nbsp; Then sometime in the past year something had changed.&nbsp; He became curious about what it would be like to be with a guy.&nbsp; He realized then that by only perusing women he was limiting his opportunities to get laid substantially.&nbsp; <em>After all, a blow job was a blow job no matter whose mouth you blew off in.&nbsp; And it wasn’t like sucking some one off would be unpleasant or anything; right?&nbsp; Bitches do it all the time, and if it was totally revolting I am sure they would object more.&nbsp; One of these days soon I am gonna have to visit the glory hole I heard about at the bookstore over on Baker St.&nbsp; I might like to try things out, without the face to face contact.&nbsp; Hell, even if I hate it, I'll still get sucked off before I leave, and I've never met a blow job I didn't like.</em><br><br>His thoughts continued to meander down these new and often travelled rabbit trails while he looked back over the pair in front of them.&nbsp; Tim wondered what exactly their parts in all of this would be.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 05:28:55</strong>
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				Vincent looked at the paper and smiled. "Tim, is it? Do come up here would you? I would greatly, enjoy it." He smiled almost seductively at the man. He liked cocky men like him. It reminded him of himself. Expecially when he was younger.<br>He didn't care what the pleasure was comeing from, as long as it was pleasure. He sat back once more and looked at his sister and whispered. "What?" The look she gave was like, <em>why are you teasing him?</em> type thing. He loved it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 13:11:25</strong>
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				Yes, sir... Tim is my name.&nbsp; Timothy McNeil.&nbsp; <br><br>With that Tim stood and walked back to the desk where the teacher was sitting.&nbsp; He looked around for an additional chair near the desk, but found none so he assumed he was simply there to quickly talk to the man, not actually join him for any length of time.&nbsp; Perhaps he had some question about his involvement in the club, or about his background.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving at the bog desk he positioned him self directly between the teacher and the two girls in the seats behind him.&nbsp; <em>If they want to be snotty little bitches and refuse to even acknowledge me, that is fine... but if they don't want anything to do with me, then there is no reason for them to see or hear what is going on up here right now.</em><br><br>Yes professor... Stopping quickly he thought, <em>Damn, I can't remember this guys name.&nbsp; No, he never told us and I didn't hear it from anyone.</em> I'm sorry, I did not ever get your name when I was told about this meeting.&nbsp; What should we call you?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 19:52:29</strong>
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				When Tim was called to the front of the class... Anne-Sophie tried to look in front to see what what happening, in case shed miss some info. She tried, to look over.&nbsp; and when she realized she could not see...she sighted...<br><br>Anne-Sophie started to look toward the door...wondering if something was going to happen...she still tough to get up and leave...but then again she had been there not so long....<br><br>She had planified this time for this so..she did had urgent matters to attend...<br>So she fidgeted a little on her chair...and took out a novel..deciding she could read...she wanted to know who was the killer. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 22:05:50</strong>
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				"So, how are you love? Heh, my name is Vincent and this is my sis, Alissa. I just wanted to see you up close some more." He gave a kind smile as not to scare him away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 04:22:31</strong>
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				I'm good Vincent, you?&nbsp; Quickly looking towards the woman near the desk he added, Nice to meet you Alissa. <br><br>Looking back to Vincent he allowed his posture to become a little more casual since he felt as though he could be a little less formal now.&nbsp; <em>Profs never let you call them by their first name unless they were wicked infomal.&nbsp; So this guy must be one of those profs that like to be friends with the students and be seen as more of a friend and less of a member of the faculty.&nbsp; Ok by me.</em><br><br>Tim decided to take it one step further adding, So, you wanted me up here to get a bettah look at me?&nbsp; So what's the verdict?&nbsp; Like what ya see so fah? Then adding, a bit sarcastically, and with a bit of a wink Or do ya need me to get even closah to you?&nbsp; Perhaps take off my sweatshirt or sumpthin? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 10:31:11</strong>
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				Vincent stood up and gave him a look of playfulness. He'd always loved men like this. Even though they didn't look like it, they would be the best sex anyone could have. "Oh, the possibilities, my love." He leaned over the desk and looked closer, really taking him in. "I do like what I see and hopefully I would get the chance later to see more. As of right now... You could be my pet, if you like."<br><br>He liked his lips and laughed. His voice a cooing seductive thing that would sooner or later, give him what he wanted. He touched the man's arms and backed off. As he sat back down he smiled back at his sister then the man. "I'm going to enjoy this year. So tell me. Why ya here? Was it the object of sex, or was it me?" Laughes cooly at Tim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 10:37:14</strong>
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				Alex reads over the other girl's shoulder as she tinkers loudly with her engine part. "What's it about?" She asks, her eyes twinkling as she tightens something on the piece of mechanics in her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 11:15:11</strong>
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				Alissa nodded at Tim, smiling gently at him, "Pleasure is all mine, handsome." Deciding to let the two speak, she made her way over to where the two girls were, "Excuse me, darlings, I hope and pray I'm not interupting anything. My name, thought you might already know, is Alissa. May I ask of yours?" the smile turned flurtatious, "I'd like to know what names to call out later." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 11:18:54</strong>
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				"I'm Alexandra... but Alex, Lex, babe and cutie will do." She says, smirking slightly and offering a hand to Alissa. You're pretty hot for a college prof... you remind me of my high school drama teacher. She smiles wickedly at some memory or other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 11:21:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling back at Vincent, Tim quickly quipped, Isn't that one in the same thing... sex or you?<br><br>Tim did not shy away from Vincent's brief touch, in fact, he sort of enjoyed the playfulness of it, coupled with the banter.&nbsp; <em>Pet, hmmm, I wonder what the hell he means by that?&nbsp; I'm all for letting him see more, but I am not wearing a fuckin leash and shit for him and letting him pull my ass all over campus.&nbsp; Although, being petted sounds pretty good.&nbsp; I bet he pets very nicely, and I wouldn't mind getting my hands on him a bit.</em><br><br>Oh, and by the way, I ain't all that shy so I am more than happy to show ya whatevah ya want to see latah.&nbsp; And as for why I came today... honestly, no bullshit about it... I like sex... a lot.&nbsp; The people around campus ah too into playing games, and I just don't have time for all that shit, ya know?&nbsp; Between studies, and trainin, especially when I am gettin ready for a fight, I don't a lot of extra time for what people would considah a normal social life.&nbsp; So, I hears 'bout this here club and decided I'll check it out.&nbsp; Worst thing could be that it's a bunch of fuckin trolls that I wouldn't stick with a 10 foot pole... best is; I get laid... a lot.&nbsp; Besides, it never hurts to learn a little sumpthin new every now and then... ya know, add to ya A game and all that.&nbsp; How 'bout you?&nbsp; You seem like you could get what you want without havin to hang out with a bunch of punk college kids.&nbsp; Why you here? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 12:06:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice to meet you, Lex." Alissa smiled, "And thank you. I actually love drama class. Espeacally when they do 'romantic tragities,' as they call them." she shook the offered hand, holding on to it just slitely longer than what was really nessisary. Alex felt nice, warm. "And you?" she asked, looking to the other woman. Was Alissa blushing? Her cheeks felt hot. Again, she thought of what she was to be teaching these people, and she felt almost giddy with excitement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 17:22:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne-Sophie was startled, when Alissa addressed her, she was really in her book, the killer had killed yet an other of his victim.<br><br>She started to Ma'am...I...I am Anne-Sophie, but..you can call me Anne-Sophie...Nice to meet you...<br><br>Anne-Sophie smiled to Alissa
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling -- Robin's arrival.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 21:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin checked her watch as she approached the place where the meeting of the club was being held, annoyed with herself for being late.&nbsp; Her mother had called, and Robin always had a problem getting her mom off the phone once she started talking, and it wasn't like she could tell her mom where she was on her way to.<br><br>She opened the door cautiously, peering in to see who was here already.&nbsp; It looked like mostly women, and a guy talking up to someone up at the front desk.&nbsp; She stepped in quietly, taking an empty seat near the girls, her fingers unconsciously tapping the desk nervously as she waited to see what would happen, and if anyone else would show up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 01:28:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Arn't you cute, 'Anne-Sophie.' Alissa lightly brushed a hand agenst Anne-Sophie's face, leaning in close, "Lovely eyes you have."<br>She turned her attention to the newcomer, the one that had arived late. "And who are you, pretty lady?" she moved over to her now, locking her eyes onto the other womans. "You seem nervous. Don't worry, I don't bite. Not today, at least." Alissa was pleased. Everyone who had shown up were beautiful to her. She leaned over the desk, putting her face inches from the womans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 07:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin gave a shy smile to the woman as she approached her, blushing at her reference to biting, but also a bit curious about it.&nbsp; She assumed that this was probably one of the teachers, by the air of confidence she had, and just the way she had about her.<br><br>"My name's Robin," she answered quietly, not wanting to interrupt any of the other conversations going on around them.&nbsp; "I'm sorry I'm so late, but my mom called just when I was about to leave to come here, and it takes me forever to get her off the phone once she gets going," she apologized, hoping she wasn't going to get marked down or penalized before the class even got started.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 19:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne-Sophie smile and nodded at Robin's remark as if she understood completely what she meant....she had also problem when her mom called... always..long...boring...<br><br>She looked at her...and watched her teacher...she was sexy...After all, so far it was not a bad idea...she looked toward Alexandra...to see if she was still playing with that engine part...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 19:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex looks up from her engine tinkering, smiling and blowing a kiss at Anne Sophie, tightening one last bolt before stowing it back in her bag. She smiles at Anne Sophie again, brushing her hair back. "So... you're like smart, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 23:25:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne-Sophie, looked back at Alex, and tough a few moments..... and gave and answer, -Well...being smart...is something everyone has...it changes only about what you are smart, but...to answer you...next year, ill get in med school at Harvard if everything goes well. <br><br>What Field are you in?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 23:31:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Marine, Mechanical and Aeronautical engineering... didn't get into architecture." Alex sat back, ready to enjoy the usual look of complete surprise at her answer, twirling a spanner between her fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 01:24:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin didn't disappoint Alex, her eyes going wide with surprise and curiosity as she heard what she was studying.<br><br>"Just hearing the sound of that lets me know it's way too complicated for me," she grinned, hoping Alex wouldn't take offense at that, keeping her smile open and friendly to let her know Robin herself wasn't criticizing her.&nbsp; "I have enough trouble with memorizing music sometimes, let alone I'm sure all the science stuff that would be involved in something like engineering," she complimented.<br><br>She gave Anne-Sophie her smile next, sensing the girl's shyness, but trying to include her in the conversation too.&nbsp; "What kind of doctor do you want to be, or have you decided yet?" she asked her curiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:58:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne-Sophie's eye brightened as she could talk about something she would not pass for a lowlife...She turned a little toward Robin, <br><br>and in a speedy tone, Anne said&nbsp; -"Well, I was am still undecided....between to things, first, I would like to specialize in cardiac surgery, because it is a challenge, but I'm afraid its pretty demanding, and allot of med student wants to go in that Field. I once assisted at surgery like it and I tough it was fascinating. "<br><br>She took a breath and continued on.,..it seem that she had said this on many occasion, she did not hesitate at all. -&nbsp; the second choice would be in orthopedic, again I would get to do surgery, and it is a complex specialty. and my third choice, not specially in that order of choice, would be to pediatric surgery. and last but not the least, I also tough of going into plastic surgery. <br><br>Yeah I know they are completely different things, but I went to visit Boston General hospital, and had a chance to talk with all four specialist doctors and well...i don't know what to choose from...so many possibility. what do you think?<br><br>She look toward Alex, wow...what...hu why if I may ask were you refused architecture? and why...marine and aeronautical...they are totally different....<br><br>Anne-Sophie felt a little more confident. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 02:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin smiled encouragingly to Anne-Sophie as she talked about what choices she was thinking about, listening with interest to her reasons behind each one.&nbsp; "They all seem like good choices, and it's not like you have to decide right now for sure what you want to do.&nbsp; You still have plenty of time to figure it out, and all the classes should help you decide for sure which one you like the most," she said, moving to take a seat at one of the desks beside them, so that they could talk easier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 05:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmn. Well I guess I am sex." Vincent laughed at his pun, but he also laughed at how open minded this man was. He was going to have fun, even if it was the only guy that showed up so far. More to himself then. "Pet, to clarify it more, would mean being my pure example to the 'class'. You'd be mine and you wouldn't have a partner until the end of the 'session'. You see? That would mean, you wouldn't be shared. Quit selfish, but most enjoyable."<br><br>He sat up breifly and took off his trench coat (it would seem) and put it on the back of his chair, revealing his muscles on his arms and all that was under his shirt as well. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled, leaning forward even more. "Why? Well, I know people here that landed me a job. I needed something for day time to go by. My night time job is what I look forward to everyday, untill my days off, but that's that. Collage sucks.. I graduated early, way early, and that is why also that I'm a teacher here. The club thing? I like bodies of all different kinds. With certian exceptions of coarse, and Ilike sex too. Definantly no doubt about that. Plus, just incase I get a costomer, I can't get rusty now can I?" He cooed even more deeper, wanting to make every bit count.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 05:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tim looked Vincent over as he stripped off the jacket he had worn.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Damn, this guys ripped.&nbsp; I might enjoy this pet thing more than I had thought.&nbsp; So his shirt doesn't leave a lot to the imagination... wonder what he's packing downstairs.</em><br><br>Sure sure, ya don't want to get rusty, I see that.&nbsp; Rusty fuh what?&nbsp; What'ya do... this night time gig ya got?<br><br>He let the comment about being Vincent's pet slide for the moment, sure he'd come back to it at some point.&nbsp; Not that there was really any need at the moment.&nbsp; It was pretty obvious that Vincent was attracted to him, and there were no other guys here, so Tim figured he'd get more than his fair share of pet treatment whether he committed to the role or not.&nbsp; If they were joined by others, or if Vincent pressed him on it he'd discuss it further, until then, he let it hang there like a piece of ripe fruit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 11:22:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent looked away for awhile and then back into Tim's eyes. "Well, I think I can trust you. I have a host club like buisness that I run and I'm the manager. For a certian amount, I sometimes get picked for a host. Later, they sometimes pay more to sleep with me. Don't worry, we all get tested and stuff if you're worried about that."<br><br>He laughed, licking his lips more. "Damn what I would give to see you at this moment.... Nothing, nevermind." Shakes his head to try and get the image out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>Nash took a look at his watch he was told to be there between 'x' and 'xx' and he was closer to 'xx' he took his time and was looking around as he slipped down a corridor he knew was not used often. Most of the room around here looked like storage... checking the note he had jotted down the room number on he saw it up ahead.. <br><br>He could hear voices behind the door and was told to not knock just come in, so opening the door he slipped in stopping as he saw 'Alexandra Redding' talking up a girl he really could not see her as she was facing RED... not that he knew RED all that well just her reputation and the way all the guys checked her out on her bike, there was another girl with her and he tried to place a name... .o0(Robin?), as he moved more into the room smiling after closing the door.. he saw the face of the girl who RED was speaking too .. "AS?" he said out loud and then seeing Annie-Sophie she was in one of his advanced classes and he would NEVER have thought to see her here.<br><br>Professor Alyssia was with the woman and he looked around his eyes now seeing Profesor Vincent and ... his stomach twisted.. .o0(shit) dam TM or Tim one of the guys he saw often in the Gym and who would know him on site.. since he was up talking to Professor Vincent he thought that was were he should be as well until something more was expalined exactly about this special club that Prof V. thought he would be perfect for...&nbsp; as he got close he wrinkled his nose.. the smell of cigarette smoke coming off Prof. V. " Hi... I'm not late am I?"</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 03:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alissa sat and listened to the other women, a small giggle coming out as she heard of Anne-Sophie's interest in the medical feild. Ohh, doctors and nurses were lovely. She was wondering which of the three she should have as 'class pet.' Alex was a beautiful dom, but the other two were so cute and adorable looking. Perhaps she should ask, see who wants the role. <br>She stood again and adressed the three of them, "I have a question for the three of you. As there is an odd number of female students at this point, one of you must play my pet. Are any of you interested? If so, can you explain why? There are perks in being my pet, you see. Plenty of one-on-one attention, any problims are adressed instantly." she heard someone walk in, and glanced at him. She'd seen him before, his name was Nash. She offered a smile, then turned her attention back to the others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 06:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hello! I thought you would never come. I missed you." Vincent smiled and then frowned. "Oh dear." He stood up, nocking the chair back. He stomped off the stage and walked to his office. "Fuck!" He yelled. he was a very forgetful man at times, and when he remembered to do things, he beat himself up for it.<br><br>As he came out of his office, he went back to where the men were. He just desided to stand the rest of their time. He looked up and down Tim, then Nash. "This sucks. Now I don't have a pet. Sorry Tim. But hey, at least when either of you fuck up, I get to step in. Oh, I'm going to enjoy the both of you. That just sounds bad, huh?" He laughed and looked back at Nash. He took off his galsses and his smile was faint, but it popped back up. "Wanna know what will happen, or do you want it to be a surprise?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 12:25:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sounds interesting. Tim cocked his head slight;y, like a big golden retriever who just heard a strange sound.&nbsp; He had caught Vincent's words before he had choked them off.&nbsp; Go ahead finish your thought... see me at this moment... doing?<br><br>Before Vincent could respond though a new comer strode through the door and approached them.&nbsp; Tim heard him speak and turned to look at the familiar voice.&nbsp; He was not disappointed.&nbsp; Nash Newcum stood there coming to a stop and taking a seat.&nbsp; Tim instantly recognized him from working out along side him for some time now.&nbsp; What stood out more in his mind is all of the times that he has seen him after working out in the locker room.&nbsp; The chiseled abdominals, smooth skin of his perfect little ass, and his great cock.&nbsp; On more than one occasion Tim had thought he saw it bobbing up and down with just a little too much hardness for a boys locker room and wondered about Nash, but had never said anything.&nbsp; But now, he knew, at the very least Nash was curious like him.&nbsp; And to make things better, he was familiar, and Tim had fantasied on more than one occasion about talking to Nash about some "play" time.<br><br>"Hey, Nash.&nbsp; I didn't know you were coming.&nbsp; Good to see ya.&nbsp; Na, ya didn't miss much, we were just talking and shit.&nbsp; How ya been?&nbsp; Missed ya at the gym today."<br><br>Vincent spoke to Nash as well, welcoming him, then without warning he stalked off of the stage and back into his office.&nbsp; Yelled some obscenities at apparantly no one and then approached again.&nbsp; <em>What the fuck?</em> <br><br>Sure, I'd like to know a bit more about what this club is all about... I mean we know at least a bit.&nbsp; But I think it is a good thing to all be on the same page so we at least have ourselves some common rules and shit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 13:31:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nash could feel himself tense, .o0(how the hell was Tim so comfortable and cool about this?) he saw the way Prof Vince was looking at him ... it was like he looked at some of the girls and yeah some of the guys... hell there were four hot woman in the room and he only had eyes for him and Tim.. <br><br>When he got up and left he turned to Tim.. <strong>"Hey I was told this would be kept on the QT"</strong> his face was flushed.. and he nipples were hard for some reason.. <strong>" I mean.. the Prof approached me and this just seemed like the place to find out some things.."</strong><br><br>When Vincent came back.. the smell of smoke was NOT with him.. he must not only have changed, he knew several of the other teachers smoked and that must have been what he smelled.. <br><br>He smiled at the Prof.. <strong>"Dam was it that obvious?"</strong> the look on his face must have given it away... and he knew then the Prof must have done some sort of home work.. <span class="bbc_u"><strong>both his parents had been smokers and both died from it.... so it was a major turn off for him the smell making his sick...</strong></span><br><br>Listening to Tim he nodded.. <strong>" Yeah I'd like to know more.. "</strong> then at the word pet... for some reason his cock jumped.. <strong>" pet?" </strong>he looked at Tim but clearly the guy had not clue..<strong> " Can you clue us in more Prof. V. "</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 16:59:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex smirks at the word pet, snorting proudly as she turns back to her piece of mechanical crap. She chuckles to herself, waiting for the responses of the other girls. She finds herself looking at Anne-Sophie and hoping she doesn't leap at the chance... she could have some fun with that girl. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 17:40:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne's eyebrow raised involuntary, She was asking for a pet....was she testing them...or was it a real request... She looked at both girl..<br><br>She did not want to speak first...as she did not want to look like a fool. in front of her teacher or classmate. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:12:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on," Alissa pughed lightly, "If one of you doesn't volenteer, I'm going to have to pick." she sat on one of the desks, still facing them, smiling, "Of corse, I don't mind picking. I just thought asking first would be nice. See, any one of you would be fun to....play with. If I don't get an answer within five minutes, I wii pick. Fair enough?" she folded her hands politely in her lap, seeming to stair off into space as she listened to everyont talking. Vincent seemed annoyed, she'd noticed. But it mattered not; her brother was emotional sometimes. So, she chose to ignore it for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 07:01:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing as no one else was about to volunteer, Robin finally looked up shyly, feeling her face go warm.&nbsp; "I'm... not sure what it all involves, but I suppose I could do it," she said.&nbsp; "As to why, it would be a good way to learn, and... I could use any help I can get," she said, hoping she wasn't making herself look like a total idiot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 08:14:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne-Sophie, had a small grin. she understood exactly what robin was saying and what was her feeling.&nbsp; but she did not moved...She had a involuntary jerk, as she was holding herself from saying something. <br><br>She looked at Alex, then at robin and after to Alissa.&nbsp; this was interesting.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 08:50:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex smiles slightly, she looks at Anne-Sophie and winks very deliberately before turning back to the main event, smiling at the other girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 21:16:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alissa smiled brightly, and hoped of the desk to give Robin a hug, "Good! Glad to have you. Aww, you're blushing." she kissed the woman on the cheek and went back to her desk, obviously in a better mood than before. "Hmm, I wonder if we can start class soon, or if we should wait for a while, see if anyone else comes. I'll go ask Vinny." she went over to her brother to ask, "Vincent, I'm sorry if I'm interupting, but do you think I can start yet?" she gave him her best puppy eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 17:02:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne-Sophie, looked at the others, it was well passed the time, <br><br><br>loudly enough to be heard, from every one, Well May I point that it is pass the timing we got. so if people are going to be late, let them face the consequence...We should not be kept waiting for people who cannot have a minimum of respect. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 06:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent did not mind the fact that the men were around him, he just suddenly fell into a depressed mood. More of a spaced depression. He leaned back and looked up. He knew what was going to happen. Yet another lost romance, but of coarse him and his sister made the rule, not to fall in love and have a relationship.<br><br>As he started to talk his sister came up and he tried to smile. "Yes love? ... Oh, okay, well boys, ladies, it is time we started then. Let us begin. Sis, you first?" He pulled her to his side and kissed her forhead, he kept her there even after she began to talk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alissa leaned into him, relaxing in his arms. "Okay. There are only two rules." she sopke, adressing the whole room. "One, do as you're told. Two, do not, ever, fall in love, with anyone in this room while you are a part of this club. The reason being is, due to the sexual themes, you might get jelous or angry when the other person in made to have intercourse with someone else. We wouldn't want any fights in the school over this, you know? Now, ladies, come with me please." she gently pulled away from her brother and led the way out the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:30:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex stands up and places her mechanics in her bag, following the prof with an air of uncaring ease. She fixes her leather vest, smirking... love was beneath her anyway... she was... far too badass to feel an emotion like that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 13:26:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>Nash stood there a bit confused and watching as Prof. A ... Vincent's sister left with the ladies .. he turned to Prof V... " Okay two rules easy.. now what?" he had a feeling that he should have kept quiet but he was a bit antsy</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 20:48:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Two rules...quite simple...easy to follow... Anne tough about it....As she got put, she went to catch her bag that was hanging on the chair, but the wait of it was unbalanced, so it fell on the floor, making a great deal of noise...<br><br>Anne-Sophie blushed and apologize and as she bended down to pick up her stuff...she hitted an other chair...making it also fall..making even more noise...<br><br>-"I...I'm sorry...she left quickly the room...following the rest of the girls...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 21:12:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin followed Alex and Anne-Sophie out of the room, not wanting to draw attention to the other girl's nervousness by commenting on it, but giving her an understanding smile, wishing she could do something to make her feel better, but knowing if she said anything it would only make things worse.&nbsp; So instead she simply followed after the others, wondering what Alissa might have in mind for them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 21:00:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alissa had paused upon hearing the bag fall, letting the girl grab her things before she continued. She led them into another classroom. It was big, with no windows and the only door was the one they entered by. It had top of the line equpment, big blackbord, a screen for showing movies, and some other gagets here and there. "Sit, please." she said, motining to the desks in the center of the room as she sat in her own at the head of the class.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 21:13:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Startled at the noise of the chair and bag hitting the floor Tim turned to watch as the girls left.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Hmm... where are the fuck are they going?&nbsp; I was hoping to see a little naked tit this afternoon... specially that Harley's.&nbsp; She is fuckin hot as shit.&nbsp; So, I guess we don't get to fuck the girls yet, humph... Oh well... maybe later, although, there is more than enough here that I'd love to get an eye full of.</em><br><br>Turning back he looked Nash over again as he heard him speaking to Vincent, but did not really hear all of what he said; he was thinking of him from the showers earlier that morning. <br><br><em>More than enough to entertain me right here.&nbsp; What the hell was she talkin 'bout... two rules... don't fall in love, shit that's easy.&nbsp; I don't know that I even like any of these people yet. Besides, I didn't come here to fall in love, I came to get laid.&nbsp; Do as I'm told, what is she my fuckin parent?&nbsp; I'll do what I am told as long as it serves my purposes.&nbsp; Wonder what we are doin.</em> <br><br>Vincent had not moved as the girls left, and sat still looking at he and Nash.<br><br>So... since we have to do what we're told anyway... what do ya have planned for our lesson in here today Vincent?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 21:24:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>Nash watched the woman leave and was himself a bit 'confused' but what the hell he had no real idea what to expect<br>then he caught Tim's eyes on him like a prime piece of meat , the guy was almost drooling and he saw him look him <br>over from top to bottom then bottom to top he 'flushed a bit' and felt his cock twitch.<br><br>Tim spoke to the Prof. and he turned to see what Vincent would say.. he was also curious and wanted to get things <br>going whatever those things might be.</strong></em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 15:28:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin followed quietly behind Alissa and the other girls as they were led to a different classroom, taking a seat at one of the desks and waiting patiently, if a bit nervously, for whatever Alissa had planned to get underway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 16:15:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne-Sophie followed...in silence, waiting to see what would happen,&nbsp; She sat besside Robin, <br>thinking of what would happen to the new "pet", obviously,&nbsp; this was not a bad choice. <br><br>Robin was cute, and everything. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 17:56:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent smiled and almost laughed at the nervous girl. It kind of amussed him the way she acted. He turned his head and smiled at the two gorgeous men standing infront of him. He stood all the way up and began to walk off the small platform and looked back over his shoulder. "Are you comeing or are you going to do stuff without me? I'll tell you what we're going to do once we get in the room, it would make sence right?" He continued on to the room.<br><br>It was dark and no windows, the same as his sister's, but more 'things' in it. Like a be on the small stage with the toys. Bellow was the desks and seats where they were to take observations until the end of the week. He only turned up the light a tiny bit, enough to see each other and that was it. It was a cool room and as he looked at the two he smiled. "Shut the door and please take a seat. As of now, you two are togeather for this class. Should be fun huh?" Vincent took a seeat as they did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 18:49:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>Nash did as the Prof requested and looked around trying to take in what 'else' was in the room... no windows and dark .o0(okay) he saw what looked like a rough stage were most of the items were and of course a few desks he also noticed the room was a hell of a lot cooler he smiled as Tim entered before he did and he shut the door.. <br><br>He took a seat at one of the desk, and waited for the Prof to tell them what the hell was going on... and what was to happen next</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 13:15:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tim strode confidently into the darker, cooler room and took a seat.&nbsp; He looked around at the stage and the shelves trying to make out any detail that may be a little bit more telling about what was in store for him in the room.&nbsp; he knew that everything was fine, and there was nothing to be apprehensive about but it still did not hurt to try to anticipate what was going to happen next.<br><br>"So, Vincent... whatcha got planned for our lesson this week?&nbsp; We gonna get a syllabus or something?"<br><br>He smiled coyly at the professor and leaned back in his chair, using his feet to deftly spin another chair around and then place his feet upon the chair's seat.&nbsp; He left his hands loosely folded across his stomach, breathed in the cool air of the room, reveling in it's cool bite, and waited for an answer.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 04:43:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmn, well I was thinking we could start with useing your body the right way during sex or, to seduce." He smiled at them, licking his lips as he hung his head back for a moment. He looked back and pulled out a radio. "One of the ways you do it is by dancing. Not just any dancing but the move-your-hips a lot, dancing. It may sound funny, expecially the way I said it, buuuut it's worth it. The hard stuff comes later. I promise you'll love it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 07:41:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: Hey guys, I'm sorry for not posting in such a long time. I'm having som rl problims, so it might be a while before I post again. anne sophie, Sarah Morgan and Xanthaine, I'm letting Alissa give you free reign on what your characters do this first day, so you don't have to wait for me to come back to reply for a while. Again, I'm sorry for my absence.)<br><br>"Okay," Alissa said, sitting in her chair and smiling brightly at the class, "I want you three to interact for today. Talk, touch, do what you can to get to know eachother." she tilted her head a little, the smile becoming a little sly, "I don't mind if it becomes intament, but please save some energy for the classes yet to come."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 09:00:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC:&nbsp; No problem, and thanks for letting us know what was up.&nbsp; I was starting to get worried about you, and wondering if this game was still going on, since posts have slowed down a lot.&nbsp; Just to let everyone know, before I forget to mention it, I'll be leaving early on Friday morning going on a trip with some friends of mine for the weekend, and I won't be back until late Sunday night, so it may be Monday before I get around to posting.<br><br>IC:&nbsp; Robin nodded to Alyssa, her curious look replaced by a bit of nerves as she glanced shyly at Alex and Nee-sophie, wondering just exactly what she was supposed to do, and whether Alyssa was going to stay and watch.&nbsp; That could get a little... awkward, she thought, but she was still going to stay, too curious to find out all that these classes were about to let a little nerves spook her off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 12:13:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: Aww, sorry to hear, hun... hope it works out. Take your time.<br><br>IC: Alex grins, folding her arms and chuckling softly. "So... shall we play a little game?" She smirks, her eyes twinkling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 07:11:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin looked a bit wary at Alex's grin, not quite sure what to think of the girl just yet, but nodded, curious to see what she had in mind.<br><br>"All right," she agreed.&nbsp; "What were you thinking of?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 16:10:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ya sure... dancing is good'n all.&nbsp; I've been on lots of dates where I went dancing with a girl.&nbsp; But I am not sure how that applies.&nbsp; If I wanted dance lessons I'd just go to Arthur Murray or somethin.&nbsp; And, shit... of course dancing is sexy... ever been to a stripclub?&nbsp; That the kind of dancin ya mean, Vic?&nbsp; If not... Tim got a wicked little twinkle in the corner of his eye... maybe ya need to show us a little of what ya mean?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 19:21:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent laughed, accually laughed and pressed play. A slow moving type of music played, the song sounded like "smooth operator". As Vincent closed his eyes smiling, he opened them back up to look at the two men. "Well, which one of you will be my dance partner first?" He bowed a little, putting out his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 19:45:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I'll bite... I mean, well not literally, unless you want me to. Tim winked at Vincent with a knowing twinkle in his eye and a wry grin on his lips.<br><br>Tim got up and walked to where Vincent was standing moving to the music.<br><br>I'll warn you though, I may be graceful and all that in the ring, but on the dance floor... not so much.&nbsp; So if'n you plan to teach me shit about dancin you got your work cut out for ya Vince.<br><br>He started to sway to the music slowly, trying his best to emulate some of what he could see the professor doing, although he was sure that he was doing a bad imitation.&nbsp; He noted that Nash still sat and watched.&nbsp; He wondered if he would join in or if this was all a little uncomfortable for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 21:13:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, no.. Like this love." Vincent grabbed Tim lightly moving his hands to explore his flesh that he touched by his hips. he moved them back and forth with his, bringing him closer to him. There was no breathing room when he pulled him closer. "It's supposed to teach you to use your hips better.Sex on the dance floor." He then put his lips on Tim's neck and kissed lightly, licking softly on his way up. Pulling away as the song was over he coughed and smiled. "See what I mean? Now you two try, but with a little more beat." Presses play once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 19:19:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pressing play on the CD player he Tim walked over to Vincent.&nbsp; He heard the music start to pour forth from the speakers, and the beat began to pulse in his ears.&nbsp; Sidling up to Vincent he placed a hand on his hip and another on his opposite shoulder.&nbsp; Beginning to move his shoulders in time with the beat he locked eyes with the man.&nbsp; His hips began to sway seductively with the melody line of the music, while his shoulders kept time with the bass.&nbsp; Suddenly he gripped Vincent hard and spun him quickly around and slid in behind him as if he were in the ring and planned to take him quickly to the floor.&nbsp; Instead he pulled him tightly into himself. <br><br>Tim’s arm wrapped around Vincent’s shoulder and across his muscled chest, pulling him firmly back into his own chest.&nbsp; The fingers on his hand started to trace little lines along his collar bone and then trailed down to slide quickly over his nipple.&nbsp; Mean while his left hand had settled on the professor’s hip, on the front of his hip above his pockets, and slipped the tips of his fingers into the top of his pants to the inside edge of the belt line.&nbsp; With a strong grip he pulled Vincent’s hips backward into him and ground the front of his crotch against him.&nbsp; As he did so, the rubbing sensation began to awaken Tim’s cock and it began to grow hard.&nbsp; Feeling the growing hard on in his jeans Tim used it to grind even more pointedly into Vincent’s back side, knowing that he would be able to feel it.&nbsp; Then leaning his face close to Vincent’s ear he gave it a small playful nip and whispered,<br><br>More like this then?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 20:12:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"More like this is right. Very good.." Vincent unconciously moaned to the man's force and determination. The dancing was a turn on its self. Feeling the man's dick harden becacause of him, made him grow as well. As it pressed against his ass, Vincent automatically forced himself to move himself into it. Moveing his hips with Tim's made it all too easy. The hand groped his own erection, making it more easier to seduce him under his touch. "Like they say..sort of, if you can't turn a person on while you dance, don't think you can turn them on in bed. I say that..Wellll, I'm just rambling." Vincent had a moment of thought. <em>If only he could take me now. Mmmn, dame these kids, turning a teacher on..</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 16:31:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While continuing to grind into Vincent’s willing ass Tim started to nibble at his ear and kiss his neck.&nbsp; Refusing to let him go he still gripped him tightly in his arms.&nbsp; While the music kept playing Tim turned them around, facing the desk that Vincent had been leaning on, and turned his back to Nash, still sitting below.&nbsp; He thought about banding the professor over the desk and taking him right there, but instead, simply pushed forward ever so slightly, gauging his reaction.&nbsp; The whole time he was moving with Vincent he had been slowly working his hand under the teacher’s belt, and now traced his finger tips through the pubic hair surrounding the base of his very hard dick. <br><br>He was going to have a hard time trying to keep in control soon, he could feel it.&nbsp; It had been far too long since he’d played around with another guy.&nbsp; It had been too long since he’d had a good fuck with anyone for that matter.&nbsp; He felt the urge quickening in his loins as he continued grinding his dick into Vincent’s ass in time with the music.&nbsp; Pulling back on the man’s chest, forcing his head back towards him so that he was completely face to face with him, he shot his hand further down and grabbed hold of the teacher’s turgid cock, holding it’s firmness in his hand; letting his finger tips wrap around its girth and brush at the ball sac hanging below.&nbsp; As he did so, he kissed Vincent deeply on the mouth. <br><br>After what seemed like minutes he broke the kiss, and inhaled deeply with his lips almost touching Vincent's...<br><br>Sorry, if that seemed a little brash of me, or over the line at all... I told you I never saw any benefit to dancing.&nbsp; I'm that type of guy who prefers to go right after what I want.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Special schooling</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smaug</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 20:34:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent knew that the man was undoing his belt, he did not mind, not one bit. But if he tookit too far, he would have to punish him some how. The fact that his pants were makeing his hard on hurt made it worse when Tim's hand brushed his hairs. Knowing all too well what was going to come next. "Why would you say that? Dancing is supposed to lead to this. Good job" He wanted to pull away, but the sensation was all too great. Leaning his head on Tim's shoulder, he began to softly moan and writh against him, his pleasurable feelings takeing over. Running his own hand down the other's body, to the lining of his pants. Pushing past those, he quickly grabbed Tim's hard dick and stroked softly and slowly.<br><br>Moving into Tim's hand he wanted to beg for more, but how would a teacher teach, if he could not do so. Vincent pulled away, slowly removing his hand and walking to stop the music. He redid his pants and tried to cool down, doing so by sitting down. He laughed, musing to himself. "What kind of teacher would I be if you taught me? Now, to make it better, you have to lure the other in as you did with me, you have to make sure you won't get slapped or punched for doing so. Be a little bit slower with comeing on to the other. Right, Nash?"
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