The window looked over a small parking lot and everyone had already gone to work. She wondered what she must look like. Her tits were flattened agains... the glass.Barry waited.Her nipples were starting to hurt from the cold. Now someone appeared in the distance. Oh no! She wanted to get away from the window but she didn't move. The person came closer. It was a boy. Maybe 15 years old. He hadn't seen her."Press them harder."She flattened her breasts against the glass. It was very unpleasant. The. Our verbal game was part of the fun. Him teasing me, asserting his dominance, demonstrating who was the Alpha in our little bisexual relationship. If only Trish understood what I needed, and could embrace who I really was…-----TrishaRachel, five feet, four inches tall, with her jet black hair styled into a short, but very sexy, tousled pixie cut, had been my passage to sexual enlightenment.We’d been seeing each other for nearly two years. A teacher, she’d lived alone since her divorce, and was. She’d even cut her hair short with a long side-bang and changed to a dark blond color. This morning he had kissed her goodbye for work, and had playfully grabbed her ass. He had frozen in surprise while she bit her lip and looked innocent. Tyrone had kneeled to check. She wore a garter belt and stockings but no knickers. In her anal was a buttplug with a red ruby marking the spot. He had had a semi for the rest of the day. Apparently she had even spent time with her parents that afternoon…Tom. She hoped Sean liked it. He was just as fun over the phone as he was in person. They talked every night of the week and now she was going to see him again tonight. She had been anxiously waiting for Saturday night to come and now that it was here she was terrified. So many thoughts ran through her head. What did he see in her? Why did he ask her out? Did he have any idea who he had humiliated at the dinner party? She thought she was done with relationships and getting into trouble after she.