With that Tom started to empty the contents of the purse out onto histable, while he looked for anything that had a phone number on it. Theywere prett... much about what he had expected. There was makeup, a smallchange purse, a pack of Marlboro Light cigarettes, some keys and ofcourse a woman's wallet, along with a few other odds and ends.Once Tom had glanced over the rest of the contents, he looked in thewallet and found a driver's license for a woman named Meredith Samuels.According to that,. The door closed, chain sounds, then opened. She was about five and a half feet tall, fine honey brown hair, styled in a short bob. Had a nice figure. My best guess was she was in her early forties, but I’m not good at guessing ladies’ ages. She was wearing a red shirt-dress that buttoned down the front, tied off with a black patent belt. The dress ended just above her knees. She was wearing hose and black patent open-toed “fuck me” shoes complete with strap across the instep.She closed and. I took my time with the names and realized I enjoyed the contact. As though I were thinking absently, I scratched at the top of his thigh with my fingernails. I swear that’s all I did, but it must have been enough to cause an erection. He tried to be subtle, standing and turning away to adjust his cock in his jeans, but it was obvious. Intimacy with a student entailed risks, but also offered the possibility of an orgasm from someone who would respond to me as a teacher instead of guy realizing. I shook my head to clear it then I turned and walked away. I sat down on a nearby log and I looked up and the sky, the flashed red was still there, bright against the cloudless blue of the heavens."Thank you," she whispered as she sat down beside me.It took a few moments for me to realize it was her sitting there beside me."Run, flee," I whispered, "or I'll hurt you." No, that has passed now and I've promised to do anything you want," she said taking my hand and placing it on her denim covered.