It showed off her gloriously long legs down to the white, closed-toe five inch white heels. “I’m guessing there’s no bra underneath.” “Right...” “You’re gorgeous. Panties?” “A little white thong.” “I’ve got a hard growing just looking at you.” Tanya smiled. “Then it’s working.” “What’s your plan for the PJs part?” “You get to answer that. How have I been sleeping recently?” “Shit, Tanya! Naked? Really?” “Do you think I should have something else on?” “I’m not…” He stopped. “It’s up to you, baby.. We also saw thegirls were so isolated by the more aggressive treatment they receivedat school and even at home due more firm treatment, they didn't knowmany words we girls knew automatically. They even had a hard timeseeing whole sentences simply because they were not used to beingtalked to in nice, whole sentences. I felt so sorry for them. I knewif they didn't slow down and slowly catch up, they would fail atschool.We must have read for over two hours, taking a nice break in between.When we. She gasped in both dream and reality as his fingers probed the edge of her plain cotton pants. That would not do, her plain cotton pants became something lacier and more risqué'.The now lacy edge of her pants proved no more a barrier to his questing fingertips than the edge of her skirt. His hands lay trapped at her hips by the frilly lace that had the yield of steel. Trapped, his fingers could only move onwards. Slowly they slipped round from her hips, his finger tips making small circling. Emily came into the room and sat across from me.“I hope you are happy! You did everything you could to ruin my life tonight,” she complained. “Even my own family thinks I am some worthless slut or a whore. Is that what you wanted?”“Emily, why would they ever think that? Have I done anything to give that opinion? Have you?’ I asked. “The only reason I can think of that would create that impression is you being fucked by your boss while bent over a piece of furniture, and then cleaning his cock.