She wonders again if she reallywants to go through with this- he had said she could walk away at any time. Butthen- if she did, she'd never find out e...actly what it felt like to be used, tobe made into a slut- and isn't that why she's here?....? ? "Ok," shereplies, feeling just a shiver of excitement. She gets up, and walks to thebathroom. Finding a stall she closes the door, and slips off her underwear. Itis the same black underwear she wore in the photos she sent him- lacy and sexy.She. He said okay, he had placed his hands on my back, in few mins his hands was on my skirt, and he gave me a kiss, I just smiled back at him, he was massaging on my skirt, slowly he lifted my skirts and placed his hand on my thigh, he asked me if I felt bad, I was feeling nice, I replied no its fine, this gave him guts to proceed further, he finger was right next to my panties, he was slowly rubbing me, I was feeling sooo good, right then isha said she was feeling sleepy and left.,Now there was no. Daphne started with "hey Trixie, meet Dean and Eric!" In a split-secondher evil prank slipped by and she lost any intention of being that mean,I'm totally keeping being Dean here, but maybe you and Eric would like totag along?" Eric's body language showed utter defeat at Daphne's words,and he slowly turned around as if he expected to meet her ugly bestfriend... As he took in Trixie's body, he perked right up.There's a brief moment before Trixie put on a deviant little smile of herown aimed at. I came herexpecting a story about the academy, and I hope your not going to let medown. Rumour as it that Madame Dupont only caters for boy dancers."Jennifer scoffed as she closed the door and ushered her into the sittingroom. "Boys! Take a look around the house. You won't find anythingassociated with boys here. Madame is buying Number 19 from Horace Pratt.Would that be a story?" Horace Pratt!" The other woman looked at her with a half-serious, half-quizzical expression on her face that was.