She had on dress pants and shirt. A tie,loafers and he hair was slicked back. She was a masculine version ofherself. It was hot!I stood up and walke... over to her. She took my arms and put them overher shoulder and put her arms around my corseted waist. She pushed abutton on her phone and it started to play a soft song."Care to dance with me?" she asked.I attempted to do a curtsey and said, "I would be delighted!"As we danced she would lower her hands to my ass and feel my garters.She pulled. It was a 1964 Chevelle Malibu with bench front seats, 3speed on the column and a 283 under the hood. I loved that car! I went to a Catholic private school about 25 miles from home and up till now I had to ride the bus. So getting my own wheels meant freedom in more ways than one. I had a female friend who I had known since we where very young as our parents had been friends. We grew up kind of like brother and sister, we where that close. So once I started driving to school,my friend who's. She brushed a few strands of his hair off his forehead to get a full look at this face. “I’m not the only one who thinks you’re cute. Earlier, at the party, Lara was talking to me about how attractive you were. And whether you would be my next target. And I guess you were. “Not that I think of you as just a target,” she added hurriedly.She continued to stroke his skinny forearms and chest. Your body is cute too. Maybe a little more muscle would be nice but it looks lovely as it is.”Robert’s. "Please what?" She's quiet for a few seconds before saying softly. "Stop..."My smile vanishes and my mind goes blank. I feel anger start to build. She must see something dark in my gaze because I see fear encompass your expression. "Ju-just, let me g-go. I-I-I wont tell anyone. I sw-swear, please J-jon, just let me go." I already punished you once for lying, it seems have to do it again. I know you're enjoying yourself you slut. I can't let you go, you still haven't learned your lesson."I slide.