Boring, for the most part, as I had suspected. All kinds of blathering about 'diversity' and all that stuff. My high school talked about 'diversity' t...o. It meant, "All colors and races are treated with respect-but we all kick the shit out of the geek." Then there was the 'sexual harassment' seminar. Back in high school, the girls considered it 'sexual harassment' if I said hello.Classes, however, had started well, surprisingly enough. I was taking a variety. Stanford required general-type. You girls are really great cheerleaders, he complimented. Thanks, they retorted, not knowing where the conversation was going. Id love to take some more pictures of you at my studio, he said. Ill even pay you for your time. The girls perked up. Really? Jenny asked. What would the pictures be for? Just for myself, came the honest answer. I dont know… Ill pay you each fifty bucks, okay? Mike asked. Jenny looked at Angie, who nodded in agreement. Okay, Mike. When? Mike shrugged. How about now? he. My indecision makes me even more nervous and befuddles my brain so that I have to grab blindly at items and take them to the bed. Hmm, a ball gown, have I worn this recently? He will be mad with me if I have. There is no point in changing it, he will be here soon so I change into it. The mirror tells me a lie and at a glance I appear to look glamorous, hair pinned up, long gloves, high heels. Under the dress I wear his favourite, scoop bra, french knickers, suspenders, a garter and old. Use mja aa rha tha or vo siskariyan le rahi thi. Mene usse kaha dhire awaz karo nai to dadi jag jayegi uski awaz ab kam ho ho or mein phir suru ho gya ab mene uske salwar m apna hath ghusa diya or uski choot ki garmahat ko feel karne lga us samay mere lund ko nai pta tha choot marna or vo khud hi bhuj kar shant ho gya or mene b didi ko jor-jor se kiss kiya us rajai m jese hum pagal ho gaye the , kash us samay mein aaj jitna bda hota to us samay hi vo chut mar sakta tha.Phir ese hi subah ho gayi.