I mean, how will we verify who wins and who looses. We just can’t catch a girl on the street and ask her to stand and pee. Cynthia thought for a few...moments before speaking.What if we could verify? If I win, you do whatever I ask you to. If you win, I do whatever you ask me to. Done? Done, I replied and resumed to watch the movie, thinking that it was the end of our discussion. After half an hour or so, Cynthia got up and went to my bathroom. She pushed the door closed but did not lock it from. If she had come home that evening, I was in such a state that I might not have been accountable for my actions. A week alone gave me time to think, put everything into perspective. I also had time to watch the footage some more. And some more.Lori and I spoke on the phone that evening, but I did not dare to bring the matter up, thought it best to wait until we were face to face. I wanted to see her eyes when I dropped my A-bomb, my very own "Little Boy".When we spoke on the phone, her final. Once again I found myself slipping in and out of sleep. The lids of my eyes felt heavy, and my arm didn’t seem to want to hold my head up with much strength.The chemistry teacher was going on about important things that would probably be on the test. But after an hour of the mind numbing explanations that didn’t make sense, and wouldn’t make sense until I reviewed after class, my brain was full to it’s maximum. Just a few seconds of sweet relief for my eyes, under the florescent lighting would. His yes grew wide atthe sight of me crouched underneath his desk, my stocking and pantiespulled down to my knees, my fingers buried in my wet cunt. Heshuddered, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them and his sexy redunderwear down around his knees, revealing his already hard cock. I whispered for him to lean back in the chair so that I couldhave access to the full length of his large cock. I knelt before him,one hand still buried in my dripping wet cunt, the other wrappedaround the shaft of his.