When his eyes dropped to her waist, she positively gushed inside. It was so bad. It was so fun.After spending almost an hour completely naked, Niki fe...t a little odd as she grabbed the robe and pulled it around her. Getting down off of the platform and heading towards the curtained alcove where she’d left her clothes that morning, Niki stopped, perplexed when Ms. Dougal motioned her over. Glancing at the alcove, and the milling students, and judging by the urgent way her teacher was motioning,. "Nick laughed with her. "Did they say anything about sex?"Sally looked at him wide-eyed. "I'm a respectable married woman." Pu-uss!" said Nick warningly."And they didn't say anything about us stopping yet." Pu-uss!"Sally could not contain herself any longer and snorting with laughter flung her arms round Nick. He smacked her bottom gently."You are a wicked, wicked wench." Yes, sir," followed by another explosion of laughter.She looked up at him. "They think," she said, "but only think at the. I then replaced my prick in its nest and pulled out theleather pants. Evan had provided me with a white silk shirt. Not ablouse but certainly not a button down collar either. Not some ruffledpirates shirt, just a plain white silk shirt. I smoothed the tails intomy leather pants and buttoned and zipped up. I removed the Nine Westboots and slipped them on, the shafts fitting perfectly under my pants.Again the nylon of my bikinis was tested. I removed the final itemsfrom my bag and placed my drab. She put the coat on and admired the way it satjust above the skirt of her dress.Suddenly she just zoned out.She recalled a meeting with her psychiatrist who suggested that she maysuffer from dissociative identity disorder. The psychiatrist thought itmay be linked to an overbearing boyfriend who mentally abused her whenshe was younger. She only escaped him when he got locked up forshooting his dog with a BB gun.The worst symptom of her condition is that occasionally she can't bearto look at.