Please, let's forget this ever happened, and Iowe you whatever you want." Whatever I want?" sighed Tara, bright eyed as he took her hand and shepulled...him up."Sure," said Bob, getting to his feet."I want nothing," said Tara, grabbing his neck and pulling him in,firmly kissing him on the lips."Nothing?" Bob asked, feeling a sigh of relief touching his lipscompletely, aroused by her shocking kiss."Nothing," smiled Tara, putting her hands on her hips. "Except for youto honor our bet and you know. Before she could, the door slid open to show a very serious Stefan waiting behind it. He looked at the threshold and then back at her, his eyes asking the question.She stood fuming at the threshold, unable to cross without an invitation. She frowned at Rob, and he looked back in alarm, wondering what else he had done."I thought he was your friend," she stated coldly."Well, yeah, I suppose he is." The super let slip a passing smile. "But I've never been in his apartment before. Hell, this is. Gail was bringing her tray to the table and 'accidentally' spilled her milk on Sir's pants, soaking them thoroughly. She gasped loudly then smiled up at him and said, " Sir, I am so sorry. I'm afraid that now you're going to have to take off your pants and your underpants... ( pause ) when you get home and wash them.' She winked and giggled.But not since Sir's humiliating stripping and strapping at the hands of his all-girl class three days ago, had he been made to disrobe or submit to the. We started speaking in hushed tones because although there weren't any other passengers around us, there was a church group of older ladies sitting together at the front of the coach. Because of his forthright manner and care to be discreet, I decided to share a few stories about some of the girls I had met in London and trying to sneak them into my hostel to get laid. As he pressed me for more details of my sexual exploits, I noticed he was rubbing his crotch and squeezing the bulge in his.