"This is a very sharp knife," she said, with an alarming grin.The jeans were off, and she started on my sweater, and then the blouse, one button at a ...ime, and then the sleeves, and then up the back, totally shredding my outfit, and leaving me attired solely in panties and a bra.The knife then slipped up between my breasts and with a snick, sliced through the lace and elastic of my bra, and then with a second snick, cutting off the straps. This left me clad only in a pair of black lace. "Hello, sir my name is Cynthia... how can help you today?"As the days passed, Cynthia became more excited about the prospect of seeing her cowboy again. She called him her cowboy not only because of his deep southern accent but also his choice of dress. He wore tight Levi jeans, tight in all the right places and a checkered flannel shirt. Endorphins rushed over her jut thinking about him. Since their initial meeting she had used thoughts of him as her inspiration for her masturbation sessions.. “Touch yourself, whore. I want you to make yourself cum.” “Yes, sir.” It was hard making myself cum from that position. Bent over against the window bars. It felt like I was a prison inmate. Bent over and with my back arched it was hard to masturbate. I had only gotten used to it through all the times I had performed that way on webcam. It felt so good. I was watching the people down the window walking by. It added to the excitement that if just one person started watching, everyone else would. ." "I'm not a patient man, Miss Callahan, and I'm not a stupid one either. I know your reputation around this school very well." Lisa sighed, bowing her head in embarrassment as she toed of her shoes and leaned down to pull off her stocking. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang open as she slipped her skirt down her thighs. She handed both garments over at Mr. David's out stretched hand. He threw them onto his desk, far out of her range. She stood before him in a lacy white bra and.