His tray table down and his arms on it, you could not tell where my hand was. Trying to grab the guy thru his pants. I can tell he is hard but can onl... feel the base of his cock. It must have been stuck in his pants pointing down. He reaches down and fixes himself. His cock now pointing up. I can grab and pinch the shaft and head, but still only thru his pants. I work my hand to the top of his pants but can't get it inside. It's to tight. He realizes this. Reaches down. I move my hand. He opens. I won't tell anyone if you don't."He pulls his hand away and looks up, looks at me. His eyes meet mine."Why did you... sleep with me?" he asks, his voice low. "Why did you doall those things that you did?"Why do I talk like Ellen even when I'm alone in the house? Why do I wearher sleepwear and sleep in her bed? Why did I go to the Gym yesterday?Why did I kiss Wayne? Go on a date with him? Have sex with him? Why am Idoing this at all? Why am I wearing this dress, this makeup, this mask?Shayna. I could feel myself being undressed. My blouse then by bra came loose freeing my breasts. I was embarrassed for some reason at this point about how small they were. Then with some difficulty, my panties came off leaving me completely naked except for the bow in my hair.With a sudden shock I felt a tongue and then a mouth on my right nipple, and then another one on my left nipple. I tried not to panic but I was hanging there spread eagle, face-up, by my wrists and knees. Very shortly, other. "So," shesaid, "you are the little girl who used to be Barry Bassenthwaite, aren'tyou? I've heard a lot about you, Beverly. I heard that you were a verynaughty little boy in infant school. Is that correct?" Yes, Miss," I said."Well, Beverly," Miss Winchelsea said, "you are looking very smart inyour new blue pinafore dress. I hope you will be on your best behaviour.You may sit down. The same goes for all of you," Miss Winchelsea went on."I will not tolerate naughtiness. Any boy or girl who.