I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m at the front of the class, all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss yo...r lips. I’ve thought about this a lot lately. I imagine it starting slow, sensual and hesitant but I know that it would quickly become animalistic, fast and would, naturally, lead to you stripping off all of my clothes. I can feel electrical jolts zinging towards my pussy as I write you this letter. I can feel the familiar trickle of arousal on my leg. “Oh shit, Dan.” you stutter, “I thought you were John, I… sorry, I would’ve put some clothes on if I’d known it was you.”He seems taken aback by your skimpy outfit, as if he’d suddenly forgot why he knocked on your door in the first place. “That’s, uh…” he begins, “That’s alright, Anna. I don’t mind. Look, can you help me with my car? I broke down on the road right outside.”“Oh, sorry,” you explain, “I’m no help with that sort of thing. But if you want, John should be home soon. He can help you. My jaw ached from the gag. The collar around my neck held my head back and made it hard to breath. My knees and shins, strapped down firmly to padded indentations, tingled from lack of circulation. How could this happen? How did it happen? Alex and I were returning from lunch and the car stalled out on the deserted stretch of Old State Road 7. I was so happy to see the tow truck pull up behind only seconds later, what luck! That's when they took us.After that I don't recall much other than. Megan smiled, “You must be very special to capture Scarlett’s heart the way I know you did. Take good care of her.”Dave winked, “I wouldn’t have it be any other way.”After the meal and more conversation, some of it about the sequel, the limousine carried Scarlett, Dave, Cricket, and Don to Van Nuys Airport, slightly north of where the movie premiere and restaurant had been. Scarlett talked about how everyone would be sitting on tenterhooks awaiting the movie reviews by the critics. Those would.