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.

