I wondered who I would get: boy or girl?My heart leaped when I was paired up with the prettiest girl in the class...Sandra. She was 5'ft 4 and had a b...dy of a model. Her ginger hair fell to her shoulders, and her brown eyes turned anyone to mush with their gaze.She took her seat next to me, and my heart leaped into my throat."Hi." She said. "I'm Sandra, but you probably know that." Yeah." Was all I could say."So, where would you like to do the report? Here, your place or mine?"My mind went. I did research, read traffic reports and weather forecasts and stood in when someone was too pissed to show up." And why did you leave?" I was too pissed to stand in for someone who was too pissed to show up. I made the mistake of showing it, though." Oh, that was you, was it? You're the one who invited the Lady Mayoress to show you her tits at the Agricultural Show! Ha, haven't laughed so much in ages."I shrugged. One of the perils of live broadcasting with a stand-in presenter who is. The original four instructions assumed that the listener was a slave like myself, and did not include that phrase. I grew very angry at Jeremy again, as I've often done since I met him. I know Master worried whether it was just accidental or on purpose, but I didn't care about intention. I cared about results.I ducked out of work in order to take care of this for Master. He had told me he wanted me to trust myself and to help him manage his slaves. Although he had such a sweet heart trying to. The tension is unbearable your friends smile at you and we both smile back but what they cant see in the darkness is my bottle of beer in my hand sliding up your skirt against you ass , you dont move an inch, you ve been waiting for this all night long,i take a chance i dance closer and slide the bottle further up your skirt , i feel resistance !! ive reached your panties, i kiss your neck and nibble on your ear all the time trying to get past the elastic off your underware, i finally succeed.