" I pretended to be pissed off at him and turned away. I got two steps before he called out: "Would $70 interest you in posing just a little bit?"I th...ught of those shoes we saw at the mall yesterday. Do you recall them?" Yeah, weren't they like $300 bucks?" $282.75 to be exact. I really loved them, but didn't have that kind of money to spend on them. Suddenly this guy had my interest.The thing about him was that he never shut up, just kept on chattering away. "If only you would say show me. "Marigold tried to pull away from him, but found herself dragged along, "Dammit, Elliot! What is your problem?" My problem?" Elliot sputtered. "It's all over the school that you're dumping me for Bart Roemer. Why am I the last goddamned person to hear about it?"Marigold stared at him incredulously, "Elliot, where the hell did you hear that?" I knew I never should have left the two of you alone in that office," Elliot snarled. "June Kane told me that Doug Foeller saw you two making out in. "I was wearing an olive drab halter top that was a size too small. It was not much heavier than a tee-shirt and looked like it might have been made out of one. It was held together by buttons up the front that looked ready to pop. The matching skirt was also a size too small and, like the top, had four buttons in the front holding it together."The skirt was scandalously short and showed most of my bare legs. I had purposely left the bottom button of the skirt undone so it would flip up some. Tom gasped loudly his cock continuing to twitch and jerk under her ministrations as he fought at his bonds to no avail. Jane softly ran her toes up and down Tom's cock simulating being tickled by a feather, then applying a considerable amount of pressure when stroking the purplish head of his cock. Tom was going out of his mind, gasping for breath, unable to get away from Jane's assault, yet never being able to take his eyes off the sight of her dainty little feet, encased in sheer black nylon,.