"What's up, Plain Jain?"I meekly bowed my head and started washing my hands in the sink. My school, probably like everyone else's, had a lot of differ...nt layers. Like cliques or whatever, with cheerleaders on top, and then the really hot party girls who could have been cheerleaders, but weren't. Then the cool chicks, like some of the goths and the punks, a few of the phreaks, who were pretty and fun to be around. Everybody got put in a category, you know. Girls like Carla and her friends were. I happened to mention over dinner that I was sure the hawker was peeking at my breasts. Without a beat, Dave, knowing my penchant for revealing myself, suggested that if he was taking an interest I should indulge myself and perhaps take advantage of the situation, which lead to some stimulating pillow talk as we made love that night.Day 2The following day I decided to wear the same outfit, but wanting to give my husband a little titillation, slightly slackened the neck strap so my bra cups were. All the time she continued to look directly at EL Capo as she cooperated with this humiliation. Something was wrong. How could Sarah respond like this in such a humiliating circumstance? Only then did I notice a very dark pistolaro in the back of the room with a horse whip wrapped around his shoulder and a revolver in his hand. Maybe she knew what would happen if she protested. I concluded her responses were not her fault if she had felt the sting of that long whip. El Capo walked over and. I saw my reflection mirrored in each lens. Watching myself devour his hot cock made me feel dirty and sexy. I attacked his cock with my tongue, putting every ounce of energy in my body to work on his rod. I desperately wanted to play with my clit, which felt as if had swelled to the size of an eraser. I could not take my one free hand of his beautiful cock. My cunt was so wet, my juices dripped onto the wooden seat. I adjusted my hips so that my pussy could rub against the wet seat of the.