Chapter 4

When I got home I avoided my wife like the plague until I could get to the bathroom and brush and wash. I had to decide what to do, how I was going to wash her panties without the wife knowing. We ate in practical silence then watched TV. Later, I smuggled my treasure into the shower and washed them the best I could. When I got to bed my wife was reading on her stomach. I noticed that the hem of her nightgown had bunched at her hip and the delicate curve of her buns glimpsed out. I had an uncontrollable urge to stick my face between the pillows and lick along her crack. As I touched her back she turned quickly and asked me what I was doing. I mumbled something about her lovely derriere and she told me to back off while she was reading.

The days at the office merged into one until Friday finally arrived, Saturday just around the bend. I was working when an older student came into my office. She was frumpy and dog faced with a huge butt, something I had not noticed before.

"Mr. H the students in the back are making quite a racquet," she leaned over the desk conspiratorially, "and they are looking up inappropriate pictures on the Internet."

"Thank you," I hesitated. "Dora" "Thank you Dora for bringing it to my attention." I, of course, knew who the students were. I had been trying to avoid looking at Casey and her friends for fear of my reaction.

"Well, are you going to do something about it or not?" she had a sharpness to her features that became truly evil when she was mad. "Isn't anyone man enough to do anything about that girl. I have her in three classes and she gets away with murder."

"Alright, alright," I got up from my desk and went out to confront the noise. They were in the back corner giggling and aahing. And when I appeared behind them I lost all train of thought.

"See this is my website," it was Casey. "I like to put on all my newbies." She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, a look of disgust crept in. I was frozen by the photo: a woman tied to a chair, a man on all fours behind her wearing panties with his face plastered to her ass. I lost my, voice, my breath I believe I hyperventilated.

"Ah, young ladies, I don't believe that is appropriate viewing in a public place." My voice cracked as I said it, all eyes on me. Knowing eyes and the embarrassment was more than I had ever experienced, my knees went week. Then to my mortification, I began to get hard looking at that photo of me, my face in her ass. I was losing control.

I had to get out of there. I rushed to the doors and outside, finding my way to the restroom went in the stall and sat on the toilet. I was shaking from my reaction, from the way that Casey began laughing, the girls following and I knew that I was on the verge of losing my job.

I wandered aimlessly around campus, not paying attention to anything for a while. I strolled as if my life was carefree as it had been only a few weeks before. I thought of how I loved this time of year when the leaves were changing, how the breeze had that little bite that meant winter was coming. I didn't notice at first that the girl who accosted me was one of the girls that was looking at the pictures in my lab.

"Mr H you gotta come quick," her name was Mia and she was a spicy little Latina girl. "there's something going on in the restroom... a commotion." She dragged me back to my building and up the steps and before I knew it I was standing in front of the girl's restroom. I could hear hollering going on but resisted as Mia pushed me forward to see what the commotion is.

"I can't go in there," I mustered enough force to stop her pushing, but behind me the door opened and two sets of arms yanked me into the room and twirled me so that I lost my balance and ended up on my knees. Towering before me was a furious Casey and I knew that whatever would happen in the next few minutes was undoubtedly not going to be good.

"I can't fucking get over this place," her shorts and panties were dangling at her spread knees as she placed her hands on her hips and continued. "I fucking come in here to take a piss and there's no fucking toilet paper," I began to rise and tell her that I would get some, but the backhand that caught me straight across the face left me slightly dazed. Like lightening, she grabbed my ponytail as if it were a leash and proceeded to drag me along on all fours into a stall and propping my face over the toilet.