"Do they hurt?"He shook his head, and she could feel the tension in him as he pulled the shirt off, turning slowly to face her. There were a few more ...f the scars across his chest, fewer though, and he half-raised his hands to cover them."Don't... you don't have to be ashamed of them." She said, leaning forward to gently kiss one of them. "How come I didn't know about these?" I keep them hidden... I usually wear thick tops, too..." I meant... why? Why do you keep them a secret? What... what. Her pussy became even grippier and her face even more intense. I was spurting desperately into her depths as ecstasy soared through me, feeling her jerking and shuddering while her strong, athletic body sucked my sperm into itself.We wound down, and after a minute or two we stood up. I ogled her gorgeous, perfect form.“So how about a quick run, before dinner?” she asked.“I don’t think so,” I was still breathing quite heavily.“Okay well I’m going,” she said, “just a couple of miles. Don’t worry. My arms were cuffed to the chair's arms andmy ankles similarly cuffed to the chair's legs. I was in a small roomwhich was empty other than the chair. Then I saw what I was wearing; whitenylon full cut panties and a white lace trimmed bra. I was also wearing awhite satin suspender belt the straps of which were tautly attached to apair brown nylon stockings. Because the straps were taut they pulled onthe panties. The bra's cup were filled, in fact, well filled with a pairof very realistic and. .. especially when half the class was idiots like her who couldn’t do the calculus behind the theory to save their life. Swallowing my desire to give her a snarky retort I turn to her and simply replied “Always. It’s not difficult stuff.” Clearly annoyed by my still flippant response she quickly shoots back “it’s harder than you think. I bet I do better than you do though”. Smiling I turn to her and say “Will you stop saying silly things. You’ve been saying that for years now and you never.