No lipstick. No makeup of any kind. But she had very sexy feet. It is not often that one can trace one’s sexual preferences, which are generally sha...ed by so many brief and tenuous influences, but I know about me and feet. A warm May afternoon. I am a freshman at Point Loma High School-my father was a pilot before me and like many who were in the Navy during WWII remained in San Diego afterwards. An algebra test. The room is quiet. I glance up from my worksheet and see the naked foot of the. The knots are simple. I have not mastered rope bondage, though I would love to. "Yes, Miss. I think so too." Your words are measured but your eyes say something else entirely. Once I have you tied to the chair I continue the instruction.Next I begin wrapping a smaller string around your balls. I gently squeeze them. They are smooth and tight. "Your cock needs to get hard and stay hard. You will cum when I say cum. If you do not ask....well shall I show you the reminder." You nod and with a. After a quick look behind her she asked if she could text me today while they were out. I told her I would love for her to send me some pictures throughout the day, especially of Ambers big ass in those shorts. Emily laughed as she told me those were hers and she thought I would like them. In a quick motion she stood on her toes and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek I left you a surprise under Ambers pillow, have fun. giving me her devilish grin she turned and strutted through the house shaking. ”“Call me Michael, please?” I said.“Then you must call me, Cece, Michael. See you when I see you.”Jenn stopped me outside the classroom and said, “They really sounded great, didn’t they?”“I was impressed by the breadth of their sound,” I expressed. “Many times, kids get in a chorus and aren’t really focused. These guys sounded awesome! I need to have one hundred copies of all these songs made. Will the school do that for me?”“No harm in trying, see you later, Boyfriend!”“Bye Jenn. By the way.