She wore jeans too, with a t-shirt that strained over an impressive bust and a large man's shirt, unbuttoned over it like a jacket."John Ross," John s...id, finding his voice. "Pleased to meet you."Beth was apparently used to provoking this reaction from the opposite sex, because she took no notice of his confusion."So, you're thinking of coming here for school?" she asked."Yes, I..." Whoops!" Beth interrupted. "I left my bag down by the mailboxes. Sorry, be right back." She scurried out."So,. You’re nervous, but massively turned on. I lean over and whisper to you. “I dare you to go down to the buffet and get a coffee, just as you are.” “You’re kidding!” “Ok, you can tuck your tit back in, but you have to leave the buttons undone.” You bite your lip and nod your agreement. As you shuffle sideways out of your seat, your bare breasts swing from side to side inside your almost unbuttoned blouse. Taking your handbag, you walk off towards the buffet, using the seat backs to steady. I never told Ronny but I think he new my pussy was soaking even my thighs were wet. That brings us right back to my shopping day.Even now I’m still not certain why I did what I did. Wearing one of my shorter skirts a blue denim button through, it was five inches above the knee and looked really to short. Forty minutes later there was this busty bra less slutty women looking back at me through the supermarket window. God I looked slutty although my top wasn’t see through but it looked very. I teased him with a little show during our coffee break. At lunch time he ordered me to drive to the house we had gone to the day before yesterday. He said he would be there a few minutes later so that nobody would see us leave together. I thought it would be more appropriate if he arrived first. But it wasn't up to me. I was just a slave.I drove to the house and knocked on the door. The same man that had been there the first time, and I suppose lived there, let me in and we went into the.