" He looked over, saw her fiddling with the tassles at the end of her scarf, and slowed down. "What is it you're worried about?" I'm not worried." You...only play with things like that when you're worried or it's Brianna's hair." He pointed out, raising a blush."Alright, a little worried. About you. Everyone's worried about Shawna, you're right she's quiet, but they all seem to have forgotten what happened to you last term. Even you seem to have forgotten." It's done." He shrugged. "I was... I. I thought, a special dress from Sharon’s boutique had to be naughty. I had hoped I would get to spend some intimate time with Carlos on this trip and it looked like tonight might be the time.The day went as usual. I had broken down daily chores into pieces that kept it manageable and less tedious. Each morning I clean a part of the house and the kitchen and straightened up the bedroom. That kept the house normally clean and presentable. The outside was dependent on need or I rotated around the. She shyly glanced up and answered ‘Yes…Sir, it is I.’ And she giggled the most melodious and gloriously wicked little giggle. I had read every post she had written on Lit, waited anxiously for the photos she sent, all the time wishing she wouldn’t mask her face. This wicked little vixen had kept me aroused well into the night on so many occasions. My heart now racing, her arms encircling my neck, and mine finding the wonderfully rounded contours of her hips as we continue to glide the soft. "Have an orgasm?" Cara suggests, assisting the poor, horny girl in front of her. "Yes. Please, I'd be willing to make it up to you in some other way. I just… let me start the next three days with some relief. Please?" Miss Cara doesn't move. Her face doesn't reveal any of her thoughts. Oh no, what have I done? I should have just kept quiet! Stacy feels like crying. The physical and emotional stress from being so turned on all day is making her extra sensitive. And now, she fears Miss Cara is.