I was walking to school when I heard a car coming by and slow down. The car stopped and a man asked me if I wanted a ride. I told him I was fine and t...at it wasn't that far away. He rolled up his window and drove away. All the way to school I couldn't stop thinking about how hot he was. I walked to my first class which was Gym. When I went to the locker room to change I saw the teacher's door wide open. I went in there to see who I would have this year. When I went in there, there was no one. I am open to do or try almost anything sexual BESIDES THE FOLLOWING! s**t Play , blood Play , Cutting or anything that has anything to do with that , doing anything that could\ ;hurt another person or anything to do with anyone u******ed. I own all of my own leather clothing , fetish gear , toys , bondage equipment ( handcuffs , rope , lockable leg spreader bar that has attached ankle and wrist cuffs to it? It was bigger than she expected and she tried to grab it a little to get the idea that Mark at this stage had backed off from her boobs to look at her as she looked down at what she was doing to him. It was his turn to let out a moan as she touched the tip of his cock through his shorts.Mark- God sis this feels too good…She could hear the hurskeyness to his voice that betrayed his lust for her. Jane- Can I see it?She moved her hands to his shorts and began to pull them down. Mark was shy about. There was no sign announcing her practice. Wondering if I had incorrectly copied the address, I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. There was a moment’s pause, then the door opened. ‘Hello, my name is Tom Connors. I’m here to see…’ ‘I’m Lorraine Theriault, Mr. Connors. Please come with me.’ No warm smile and handshake. No small talk. The woman’s demeanor and attire exuded icy professionalism. She appeared to be in her forties, but my guestimate of her age was based on her stylishly.