" Dr. Adams leaned down until her face was inches from Laura's. "If Pussy-girl fucks up just one time - then Pussy-girl's little training panties will...stay on forever! Do I make myself clear?"Laura nodded her head, afraid to even speak."Good, and are you going to a good little Pussy-girl?"Laura nodded her head again."Now, back under the desk with you and hold your head down. That's a good Pussy-girl. Just keep doing what you do so well, and I'll be very proud of you." Dr. Adams petted the. We’ve got glammed up and managed to get into Amika in High Street Kensington. We’ve danced around and I’ve flirted outrageously with the guy behind the bar and blagged free shots off him, so we’re well wobbly by the time it’s time to leave.There are no taxis around, and in any case it’s not far to walk to my room in the student block so we start walking down towards the IC buildings just off Exhibition Road.We’re walking past the Royal Albert Hall when you start giggling.“I need to pee,. She turned to examine herself in the mirrors. She'd worn her sexiest panties and bra so that she'd feel good at brunch with Sam, but it worked just as well in her current situation. She looked good. Her red lace panties contrasted with the color of her skin and showed off the flat belly she worked so hard for. And the matching bra lifted and exposed, putting her cleavage on display.Ilse wanted someone to see her in her panties and bra before she took them off - otherwise they'd be a waste! So. A trustworthy smile was right beneath the black stache. His body was a strange thing. It looked bronzed from years of work and his pudgy body looked like muscles layered over. You shook his hand. Strong but friendly. You conversed back and forth mentioning your father and him talking of their time back in college.Finally realizing that the conversation was getting off topic, you cough and ask, "So, what are the chances of me getting this job?"Jeremy kindly laughs and says, "Well pretty high.