She was already in her seat staring blankly into the distance in the History classroom when Ayanna entered, despite having to walk across the entire s...hool to get there.“A, you, uh ... You okay?” asked her friend as she sat down.Alaina wasn’t okay. She wanted to cry, to scream, to shout that she knew it would turn out this way. But she did none of those things. Instead, she put on the best smile she could and said, “Yeah, sorry, was just spacing out a little there.” Crumbling inside, she. My stomach turned 360 degrees, I was sure of it.His hand moved from my arm, around to the small of my back and I caught him looking at my crossed legs. My lacy stocking tops clearly visible through the split in the skirt of my dress. He leaned in and kissed my neck. Now, if you know anything about me at all, you will be aware that my neck is my Achilles' heel. Holy shit, it turns me on, almost instantaneously. I know that I gasped and even though it was quiet, I know that he heard it, because I. From where he was, the checkpoint wasn’t even visible without the help of the binoculars he was currently staring through.This was his next big obstacle. He was certain Andre had been right, and they were on the take. This man Malik and his associates might have made it through once or twice under the radar, but even the most bored sentry in the world wouldn’t have missed repeated border crossings, especially if they were sometimes accompanied by terrified looking girls they’d kidnapped. Anne doesn't know, that I know where Phil hid a lovely little leather strap & feathers for any emergenciesAnne is on her belly, bent over a pillow on my big blanket at the lawn around midnight at a blue full moonAnne listens to my head-set phone, playing proper jazz classics for our occassion of feathering orgasmsAnne first only giggles, soon her inhalation deepens - she moans softly, smothered by my nightly musicAnne comes quietly first time, from feathering without any fingering yet. I set.