Sure, anywhere with you. Seventh hub of Hell, across the universe, it didn’t matter.Want me to walk across burning coals in six-inch heels? You got ...t. In a heartbeat. She felt her cheeks blush hotly and the wetness between her thighs begin again. Ashamed of her own responses. Oh, what the fuck. Just go with it. As if she had a choice, right?As they pulled away from the curb, he lazily let his right hand drape between her thighs, pushing the short skirt even higher. His eyes flicked across and. So what if I got in trouble. These teachers hated him anyways for being gay, so it was not like getting detention was anything new to me. I hated every teacher here, even the ones who did not openly try to change me. They hated me for who I was and did not give me the chance to be myself and grow into who I was supposed to be. Wasn’t a teacher someone who is supposed to guide you through life and help you learn the skills you need to know on the path you choose, not just make it to where you. As I started to gather my clothes, he gave me a lecherous smile and added, "You know I hate it when you are showing off, and I'm not around to see it. Since I didn't get to see your arrival at the hotel in L.A., give me something to remember from today."Always wanting to please Dave, I quickly put back on what little clothing I had but left the blouse unbuttoned and loosely tied below my tits. This left at least eight inches of my tan, flat midriff bare between the bottom of the blouse and the. By the end of the night the fact that he hadn't got his hands into my knickers was not from the lack of trying on his part.The following day he was a bit sheepish when we saw each other in the coffee shop. He knew from the previous night that hubby was away to work from early Sunday so I anticipated that he might try to meet me before he was due to leave early Monday morning. Mid morning on Sunday my door bell rang and outside awaiting my answer was 'my' rather shy muttering young man.