He was hoping to have total privacy. He followed Robin's directions to the lowest level, and turned the last corner. There, as expected, was parked an...early Nineties model Jeep Grand Cherokee. It was black, like Robin had described. Robin flashed her headlights twice and Scott knew he had his hookup. Per Robin's instructions, Scott parked on the opposite side of the garage and several spaces over from her Jeep. With the coast all clear, he left the security of his Mazda and headed toward the. "The interview lasted about half an hour. Jenny and Mr. Bell were pleased but were happy when the reporter was done. The two of them hugged for a photograph, and then they were alone in Mr. Bell's office. Jenny said, "Wow, I never knew anything could be like this. My head is just spinning from all of this excitement. I don't know if I will ever be able to calm down," she said as she walked to the office door, pushed it closed, and turned the lock. Mr. Bell pushed his chair back from his desk. There was no gap between us anymore and I could feel her hips against mine, with my hard-on pressing against her. She was slowly pressing against me and then leaning back as if she was trying to hump me. I was about to let out a moan when she made a cautious face and I came back to reality and started to pretend as if nothing was happening.The animal in me started rising and I started pressing myself against her. I could feel her boobs against my chest, they were getting pressed and my t-shirt. Just a drinking, dancing, fucking pole dancer." I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put onto his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I glanced up at him. He walked over to the other side of the room, shutting the doors, closing the blinds and looked over his shoulder at me. His smile made him look like he was eighteen, for he was in his twenties, quite young for a teacher. I put my notepad down and he grabbed my waist, bringing my close to him and he pressed his lips against mine. His warm fingers.