Taking the keys out of the ignition of her Ford Fusion (she had gotten the car as a seventeenth birthday present) she grabbed her stuff and headed ins...de. She kicked her shoes off in the mud room and went into the kitchen. Putting her stuff down on the kitchen table she turned on SiriusXM satellite radio on her phone and started straightening up the house. Then she went upstairs to her bedroom and bathroom and began thoroughly cleaning them.When she was finished she took off her sweater, jeans,. That worked for a while, but then as I was preparing to shower I was wondering about the last days – “I wonder if he heard me pleading explicitly for all sorts of naughty punishments while masturbating earlier this week… Did he hear me moaning, enjoying company in the shower days ago?!” – I figured I had no way of knowing how much actually goes through walls, echoes of the bathroom and so on. I just knew that it’s still my right to enjoy my sexual pleasure just as much as it is anyone’s, in. I delight at her nipple hardening beneath my touch. Her arm wraps around me with her hand rubbing my bottom. I have to pinch myself to make sure this is real. "Did you know ... the way I felt about you?" I asked, planting a light kiss on her cheek."I think a part of me suspected, but you are the only real friend I have ever had, Lexi. I didn't want to risk losing you as my friend. I still don't." You won't ever lose me, Cassie. I promise. Whatever happens, you won't lose me," I say, tracing. 'Enter,' came a booming voice from inside. Inside the office was a middle-aged teacher wearing a gown and hat, sat behind a desk. He was slightly greying but nicely tanned, probably in his forties. 'I've brought the new girl to see you straight away Sir,' said Maisy, going to stand by the side of the desk. Poppy stood in the middle of the room, looking around at the bookshelves and portraits of, presumably old headteachers, and old-girls.'Poppy, nice to meet you, I'm Mr Johnson, the headteacher.