Hoards of girls ran past him, barely acknowledging his presence and almost knocking his coffee out of his hands in a bid to get inside as quickly as p...ssible. Antony walked behind them into the building and into his classroom. He never mingled with the other teachers, few of them did talk to each other unless forced. Sitting down and taking a sip of coffee, he examined his lesson plan for the day and groaned; he had to teach Shakespeare to the 6th formers last thing in the day. Despite the fact. You know I will. You gave me permission to."I stared at the bra, preparing for what I said next: "You also know I want to fuck you. I always have wanted to fuck you. You know that, or you wouldn't have given me these things. I'm only part queer, Casey."I put the bra on around my waist, fastened the hooks and awkwardly worked it into place. This was completely ridiculous. I felt totally foolish. If anyone ever saw me like this...I gazed around, at once paranoid as crap. Had she just set me up?. Once the top is off I don't mind seeing them at all. I chose the red satin skirt with the black lace overlay and settled it about my waist and hips. There wasn't a belt that would go with it that I could see, so I was a bit concerned that my waist wouldn't be defined, from the chest down I looked to flat and straight edged. I solved the problem by using the sash fastening from a gold coloured wrap, loosely tied it looked ridiculous. Wound round twice with the ends tucked in just on the skirts. “Mmmmmm… nice panties. I love the way black satin looks against your ivory skin.” With that Glenn started at my feet and stroked his hands over my skin. Up my legs to my thighs until he reached my round hips where the edge of my undies were. “Cynthia, look at me sweetie.” Fighting embarrassment, I shifted my eyes from his ceiling to his face that was hovering over my panty covered pussy. “I want you to watch me just like I watched you.” Glenn spread my legs slightly and moved to kneel between.