For now though," he started up the stairs, "let's get you dressed." What I was wearing, pants and a t-shirt, was obviously not enough. He never hesita...ed on which room was mine, walking right on it; I was suddenly glad I'd straightened up earlier.He breathed deep, his eyes closed and head tipped back, a smile on his face. My room smelled like lilac and incense, a little like wood smoke from the fireplace underlying the others."Dress comfortably but warm," he said finally. "We'll be outside, so. “I don’t want to fight. I’m sorry your heart got broken. Trust me, though. When word gets out, there will be a line of guys trying to get you to go out with them. I know. Some of them talk to me about you.”“They do?” That had gotten her attention off of both Steve and me.“Yeah. Most of it is locker room chatter though.”“What do you mean? Do you mean like President Trump? Do they say they want to grab my pussy?”“Not exactly. I don’t know any guy who actually talks like that. For my money Trump. 30pm and his phone gose off he then gets up and gose to the door and let’s someone in me and they come though to the Living room there me sat in lingerie and sed this is my friend bla bla told you I had something special planed for you to night He had pretty much planed a 3 some or a spit roast witch was my first one ever but had dreamed about one so I was all over that then he give me a nother glass off He had pretty much planed a 3 some or a spit roast witch was my first one ever but had. "Come over here, young woman, and suck my cock and then ride me, Jackie," he directed her as he unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxer shorts fully off and down around his ankles.Jackie had already figured what outfits she could wear to school to make it easier to comply with her principal's sexual demands. She'd worn a loose-fitting skirt with a button-up blouse, and the normal thong panty she usually wore. She also chose a front-closure bra in case Mr. Young wanted to see or play.