I want you to get an idea of how your classmates are going to be seeing you if you ever disobey me. I'll make copies of the two movies you made today,...too. I'll give them to you tomorrow. Get dressed, bitch."He watched me bend down and pick up my clothes. They were still on the floor where I had dropped them when I took them off so many hours ago. I placed them on the table and reached for my panties. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him grin and I quickly set them aside. I picked up my jeans. I immediately turned back around again, and Olivia quickly retreated her foot away from my body before I could try and stop her from tickling me. She smiled at me and cutely giggled. “If you don’t smell my feet, then you get tickled!”, she teased as she held her pungent sock back up to my nose again. “Ugh my toes are so damp and sweaty, so I just want you to only smell them for me”, she said as I hesitated but eventually started smelling the engulfing, vinegary smell from her sweaty, socked. Sometimes the girls had to wait.The friends often talked into the wee hours and sometimes untildawn. Their parents' admonishment about keeping a girl waitingnever made a difference to them.Which brings me to my story. Just after my 20th birthday Mom,Grettle and I were traveling home from a very profitable journeyto the north country. Dad had died 2 years before from sickness.We were about an hour from our modest dwelling. Part of mygladness was that I was going to see Rachael, a local girl that. Dramen. He said. I simply said Fuck regulation as I brushed past him to my 3rd period class. It was the second class of the day with which I shared with both Amanda and Daniel. They both stiffened as I walked in. Lee, you are late, the teacher said. Fuck off was my only reply as I found my seat. Sadly, the only open seat was the next row over from Daniel. He was a skinny blonde guy with brown eyes. He could have any girl in school, so why did he have to take Amanda from me? Pssst, hey, bro,.