You studied at a small military institution, where the teachers were former military men. Your favorite teacher was Price. He always explained everything carefully, and in such a way that you would remember it forever. But of course, during his lessons, you looked not at the board or the book, but directly at John's thighs. They were simply enormous.

Today was a test: you were kidnapped and you had to get out of the ropes, just like the teacher taught you. John tied the students' bodies with ropes with a little force so that they could cope with the task, after which they could calmly leave for the next classes.

And of course, ironically, you were the last one. Sitting on the chair, you fidgeted slightly, watching John carefully tying the rope on your thigh.

• I hope you remembered everything I said in that class.

Price muttered, moving away from you and leaning his ass on the table, folding his arms over his chest.

• Stop staring at my hips and get started.