“How did you afford it on your salary?”“You don’t think I make much, do you?” she asks. The boy shakes his head. She giggles again and says,...“You’re right. I’m a first year teacher, and I don’t make a hell of a lot. But that’s why I’ve got credit.”“Do you think we should spend that kind of money?” he asks, sounding concerned.“Well, technically I don’t exist in your world...” she says, leaving the rest hanging. “Besides, your plan has to come with a change in identity, right?”“Yeah, of course,”. Once inside, Evan quickly went inside an unoccupied stall, madesure it was securely locked, and shakily unzipped his pants to inspect thedamage. The black lace panties were indeed more than a little damp, Evannoticed, as he reluctantly dug his phone out of the pocket of his pantsand snapped a picture. He hesitated briefly, before hitting send.Evan waited for what couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but feltlike hours before Savannah's reply came in"Good girl...now get yourself zipped. In the back of her mind, she could already hear Glenda's smoke-worn voice. ‘Did you see Mallory Monroe last evening? I swear she was dressed like one of those whores you see walking down Holt in the middle of the night!’With everything else in her life turning to shit, that kind of attention was the last thing she needed. Mallory kept a close eye on those drapes as she slipped by, but they never moved.It was with an audible sigh that she rounded the corner and reached the wrought iron gate. Suddenly, she fell forward, and I fell along with her. We both laughed on the floor together."Yeah, not going to lie, I never liked that chair," I remarked. "Come on. Get on the couch."Jessica climbed onto the couch. I motioned for her to put her legs up, and she did. I wrapped the panties around her feet, tying them together. I held my camera in my hands as I stared down at her. Then I inserted my cock back into her pussy and began to fuck her again.As we fucked, I took several pictures of.