Ich zeigte ihm mein Piercing, er schluckte, stand da wie ein begossener Pudel. Ich befahl ihm auf die Knie zu gehen und mir meine Nylons anzuziehen un... er tat es. Er öffnete den Reißverschluss meiner Stiefel ich schlüpfte hinein drückte ihm den Absatz feste in seine Nippel, so dass mein Fuß auch richtig in die Stiefel rutscht. Er winselte und ich ergötzte mich daran. Das gleiche Spiel beim 2. Stiefel und ich raunte ihn an ob das nicht schneller gehen könnte. Jetzt fehlte nur noch der Ledermini,. I pressed my knees together and pretended not to notice.After writing the excuse, I tore the page off the pad and stuck my hand out to offer it. ”Here you go,” I smiled, ”Remember what we talked about, ok?””Yes ma'am,” he answered, ”I promise.”I watched him walk through the door and close it behind himself. After a few seconds, I dropped my face into my hands and scolded myself for flashing him. I was happy to have the rest of the hour without a class. I started thinking about what had. Fine. He’d kissed her because he wanted to antagonize Mikayla and Abigail looked totally kissable shivering at the sight of him. Hell, that alone had been quite a turn on. Chicks always pounced on him. They didn’t flush beguilingly and look at him as if he were a great big hungry panther and they a succulent little mouse. Abigail’s wide blue eyes rose to his shyly. Her flush intensified as her lashes fluttered over her cheeks. He hardened in his pants. Interesting reaction. Completely stupid. “He’s doing a tour next month with a load of other old farts and I’ve been asked to interview him on Friday.” Heather laughed as she handed me the coffee cup. “It’s not the type of music I like, so you can do it for me if you want.” “Yes please!” I gasped, a little too eagerly, “If that’s okay.”Heather shrugged her shoulders, “You like him; I think he’s a fat old man – feel free.”I’d worked as a columnist for the Evening News for 7 years; never getting any of the juicy stories or interviews..