“But now -”You stand up, turn around, and begin wriggling – just showing off your body as lewdly as possible, shaking your tits, bouncing your b...lly, humping your hips, jiggling your ass, a kind of amalgam of belly dancing and fucking. “Right now,” you go on, your voice shaking as you move, “I want you to look at me naked and jack off to me and love the way I look and the way I move. I want to feel beautiful and hot and sexy and admired and wanted. I want to watch your face and your eyes as you. Her clientele consisted primarily of conservative businessmen who would certainly go elsewhere if it were discovered that she enjoyed this sort of thing.The gravel dug into her knees as a wet mist rolled in. The moisture in the air and a slight breeze combined to harden her nipples... she had always been proud of her firm breasts... and enjoyed the feeling of her often-erect nipples being clearly visible through her clothing... when she wasn't working, of course. At work, it was always. .. good. Now I'm warning you now: If your hands move from that spot during your paddling, I will start over. If you let go again... well, I'm sure you know what will happen then. Do I make myself clear young lady?" "Yes." a defeated voice replied. "'Yes' what?" he calmly, but firmly replied. "Yes, Headmaster." More footsteps followed, followed by Jenine yelling, "Please Headmaster, leave my skirt down! No. No!" Grace heard sounds of soft struggling from. The thief whirled, cursing quietly, and my bed squeaked at my movement. I didn't speak, when he looked at me, eyes indistinguishable in the low light. I barely moved, heart beating in my throat. That same wind caught the window, still hanging open. The hinges sounded again, that familiar sound echoing back strangely from my dreams, and it broke me from the spell. I beckoned to him. He stood slowly, like a beast with its eyes trained on a hunter. I held my breast through my gown with a hand and.