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.