All through the rest of the weekend, Jim pondered what he should do with the hidden photographs. He was still thinking about it Monday morning when he...showed up at first period English. The class had just about resigned itself to yet another of Mrs. Conway's boring recitations of equally boring poems, when who should walk in but Michelle Ferguson."I'm afraid that Mrs. Conway's got a touch of the flu and won't be in today," she said as she walked across the front of the room. "So I'll be. ‘Like, it’s personal.’‘What? Aw, Dalziel, I always tell you about my girls.’ He sounded genuinely disappointed. ‘I always share my experiences with you. Hell, I even shared Kathy with you.’I felt really uncomfortable, and the comment about Kathy really hit home. Martin was right – he’d always been willing to share everything with me, and yet now I was in a position to share something of interest with him, I couldn’t. ‘I’m sorry, man,’ I said. ‘Really I am. It’s just ... Emile’s amazing. I want. The feel of his hot cockknob caressing her sensitive clit was enough to blow her mind!"Jesus, honey!" panted Cliff, frantically arching his hips up off the couch. "Stick it in your cunt! I can't take much more of this teasing!" In a minute, baby," she whispered, still lightly rubbing her soft, slick pussylips against his quivering cockhead. "We don't have to rush things."Squirming over him, she was barely making contact with his throbbing cock as she rotated her hotly oozing pussy against. I look up and see on the dash just in font of the speedometer there are two little padlocks. My hands start to shake. I reach up and take one of the locks and listen to its evil click. Never giving the thought that it is there until I am trapped with this on until the person that has the holds the keys releases me. I place the other leather cuff on my other ankle. I look up after placing the lock on and see Amber standing at my window. I jump and let out a scream. I open the door. She grabs my.