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 Casey at the Bat By Pylades

   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.  After a few minutes, I pulled myself
together, dashed my face with water and went back to work.  When I went
back in the girls had left and I began to relax.  I walked around edging
towards the computer with the photo, but when I got there it had been
erased.  Breathing a sigh of relief, I went back to my office where Dora
was waiting.  She thanked me glancing at my desk with her eyebrows raised
then left embarrassingly.  I looked at my desk, at the note on my blotter
drawn in a big heart, See you Saturday-Asslicker.