That's weird," you mumble. "Dad gave me a 356A on the same day, and told me the same thing."You put this out of your mind and flip to another page fur...her along in the diary, you notice this one has an entry for today written. Correction, there's an entry for today being written, ink moves along as you read the entry wide eyed.ZW57%& It was the most random thing. I go off to take the test I studied all last night for, and it turns out to be a screen test for television shows. I got the prize. Submissive flaming homosexual isn’t a look most companies are comfortable with, but it works here because women don’t feel intimidated by me. I’m like one of the girls without being competition for their girlfriends. It helps that they can tell I’m being honest when I offer an opinion as well.”“We’ve appreciated it,” I laughed. “It sounds like you’ve been here a while, so you probably know the owner fairly well. He asked me about doing some modeling. Is it on the up and up?”“I’d say I know him. There’s a bench desk in front with a modesty panel below. But there’s a gap between the top of the modesty panel and the desk top. There’s also occasional vertical breaks between the panels to accommodate the curvature of the lecture theatre and the desk. When we have a male teacher, by carefully positioning myself and crossing, un-crossing and opening my legs, I ensure that there is a direct sight line from the front of the class straight up my skirt to my stocking tops. It doesn’t take them. "How did you know?!" I asked incredulously, not believing what I was hearing. "I didn't see you open your eyes." "It was your cologne, Danny. It's pretty distinctive, you know. Hardly anyone wears Brut anymore," she replied, then looked at me with a demand in her eyes. "Lick me, Danny. You know you want to," she purred in a whisper. "Much obliged, ma'am," I replied with a grin, eager to taste her flowing wetness. I very slowly approached her glistening slit, and as I moved in to lap at the wet.