I got it perfect. I wanted my pussy to be seen and admired and desired.And my bikini, oh, I had several but my favorite, my newest, a tiny string biki...i, just barely covered my nipples and, now, of course, I had to shave every pubic hair off because the bikini bottom just was wide enough to barely cover my slit. Barely. Oh, did I look good. I had to buy it mail order, all the ones I saw locally covered were way too much. My nipples were small and I got one that barely, just barely covered. When the final bell rung she was filled with relief. There was still gymnastics practice, but hopefully she could pretend to not feel well and leave early. Given how little concentration she had, it was ridiculous to attempt any complex routine.Walking towards the girls' locker room, Jennifer suddenly paused next to a classroom. The fantasy came back to her instantly -- her, in a classroom, bent over the desk and moaning in pleasure. On a sudden impulse, she opened the door and stepped inside,. "Please give me the spit!" Anna is amazed that the woman can lie so calmly on the metal table, with her arms bound behind her back, but this is soon forgotten.Tom brings out a metal pole, about six feet long, with a very sharp point on one end, placing the tip under the edge of the blonde's ass. The table is long enough to hold most of the spit, and Anna watches as Tom secures the blonde's ankles to a cross bar near the center of the spit. As Tom places the tip of the spit inside the. ”“What secrets?”“My mint.” She smiled to herself. “Oh, I make the occasional love philter when someone from the old country pays the right price.”I smiled, “So this is Casa Strega.”She smiled in return, “It’s Casa Mia. La Cosa Mia.”I hesitated for a second and finally said, “No, I am not going there. I am not touching that one.”She grinned, “A smart brain to go with your smart mouth.” After that I caught her watching me appraisingly, and then with approval. It didn’t matter who caught the.