K. It was amazing to see how Emily found a place for everything from the previous year—things that we had done together in bed found their way into...her fantasy about Mr. K. I wrote Mr. K. a long, long message detailing all I had done to move out of the uninteresting and undeveloped category to which he had scornfully relegated me. I sent pictures of me with my nipple rings and a detailed list of my anonymous encounters with men. I mentioned that I was now very much into anal sex and wanted. I take a second to admire her, she has on a schoolgirl outfit, an almost see through white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and a lazily tied tie hanging from her neck, she also has on a pleated skirt and black knee high socks, her skirt and shirt both look like they are a size or two too small for her. My mind questions the outfit because I know she has already graduated high school but I don’t complain, kidnapping and raping a helpless little schoolgirl has been a fantasy of mine. Especially when she sort of changed subjects, without really changing them. "Been a while since you've been out on a date hasn't it? You seeing anyone?" she then asked curiously."Ah no, not recently no," I answered feeling flustered. "No sense in it at the moment, couldn't afford to take anyone out now anyway, even if I did know anyone I could go out with."She sat in silence thinking about that for a few moments. "Yeah, sort of hard being alone," she said just under her breath, but then I. We stopped kissing and he moved down and started nibbling at my neck while still fingering me. Oh, it felt so good. He pulled his finger out and resumed rubbing my clit making me cum more and more. Although he was still in his briefs, I could see he was growing with each moan I let out. He then ran his hands up my body and cupped my breasts, one in each hand, and started rubbing them, hard. I wrapped my legs tighter around his body and wrapped my arms tightly around him, pushing him deeper into.