I feel sorry for her. She doesn'thave to do that to be popular. All next year theboys will remember, remind her what she did, want a repeat.After a wh...le one of the teachers walks over anddisperses the boys and gets her up, but the damage to herrep is done. Thebest part of lunch is talking to Bill. I'm still prettyshy, but he's being polite with his eyes. I am tryingin an indirect way to find out what his plans arefor me the rest of the day. And if he likes me. "Whatdoes this day mean to you?". She immediately pocketed her credit card and wandered off to find the lifts. “This way,” said the traffic warden, pointing in the opposite direction in which Melissa started walking. Melissa shook her head, did an about turn and followed her to the lifts. They entered the lifts, and Melissa strode to the back, turning to face the doors, Melissa watched the traffic warden hit the button for the second floor. Melissa stared straight ahead at the lift doors. At no time did she even acknowledge. He follows this up with some very long winded grumbling and what I can only assume is cursing as he paces behind the counter alternatelystaring at the floor and parchment and glaring at me."NO!" He finally spoke plainly violently landing his hands on thecounter. "You *WRITE* on them." Punctuating this with a slap to mycheek.Nursing the side of my face in stunned silence he continued."You take two pens of good, strong ink and soft, delicate tip. Divideparchment and pen between you and wife." He. I had to stop watching as after two orgasms I didn’t feel I could take another. I looked at the screenshot time and this video was shot only yesterday evening after I had gone to work. I deleted the saved files and set the cams back to record. I showered and went to bed to sleep for tonight’s shift. I would confront my husband very gently about what I knew about his private femme sessions today when he got home from work. Hopefully, after confrontation, there was some way we can share them.