”Pete felt Marcia’s hand in his. “I wonder if his real name is Mark,” Pete thought to himself. As they followed Mistress Ruth, Pete was in ago...y from his panties and skirt rubbing against his bum cheeks and wondered how he would ever be able to sit down. He was also struggling to walk in the heels as were the rest of the guys. Mistress Ruth led them into a classroom where another Mistress was waiting. There were 2 chairs to each desk.“Come in girls and sit down next to your girlfriend,” the new. "Susan, I know I made some comments about you becoming a partner in our firm last week. I am sorry to say, however that certain things have come to my attention that makes that impossible at this time."Pacing slowly behind his desk, Mr. Jensen paused to gather his thoughts, something he rarely had to do."What you do in your private life is your business but when you make use of our receptionist to lie to your husband while you are having an affair with another member of this firm it becomes. It is a dream, because such turns of moods only happen in dreams, but I don't care. Your hand comes up to entwine in my hair, as my hands slide up your back to tangle in yours.You uncoil. You've been curled up on my lap, making yourself small. Now, without breaking the kiss you swing yourself around, until your back is against my chest. Your legs fall to either side of mine as I sit. We are wearing robes now. White terry-cloth. My hands ride over you as you rotate, and you arch as I let them. All the time she was chattering away about the car, trying to find out more about it."You'll just have to wait." Her dad said for about the 20th time.Finally we pulled into a driveway of a brick house and there were two cars, the oldest a maroon 56 Ford 4 door sedan. Katie's face fell a little. This was a grandpa's car. She didn't glance twice at the other, because it was a shiny '57 Chevy BelAir convertible, in immaculate shape from its looks.She got over her disappointment quickly, though ....