“Sometimes a little guilt adds a piquancy to things. This afternoon, while I was looking at those basques, you bought something and they bagged it u... before I saw what it was.”“And you have been dying to know what it was ever since?”“Wasn’t that the point?”She kissed him. “So what was it?”“I was tempted by a rhinestone collar.”Diane shrieked, “No!”“I resisted, but I did buy you a collar, would you like to see it?”“I’d like to wear it.”It was a deep burgundy faux leather with fake gold studs. Iopened up his stall door and walked in closing itbehind me.I continued to rub his back and stomach once I got into make sure he was calm. As I moved to the other sideof him where a hay bail was sitting I pulled my nightieover my head and set it on the stall beam. I stoodthere naked with my tight little body seeming so smallcompared to his as I kept rubbing him and talking tohim telling him how beautiful and big he was. I knelt beside him as one hand rubbed kept rubbing himas my other worked. Nothing. He searched his bag. Empty. Okay, it wasn’t the end of the world. He often went commando on the weekends, just never at work. Class started as normal, but now the plot went into action. Mr. Crete collected the day’s homework and got right into the day’s lecture about Shakespeare. He had the habit of lecturing from the front of the class and then wandering into the rows.All four girls had broad smiles on their face. Bigger smiles than ever before. They alternated making long extended. "That guy on the screen is tossing her around like junk, and I'd kill for just one date with a girl like that." That did it. My brain nearly exploded with the craziest, nastiest, idea I had ever had. Dear gods, I could be jailed for what I was thinking, but the devil on my shoulder said go for it then shot the angel off the other shoulder."What would you do with her, Con?" I asked softly, my eyes riveted as his hand strayed back to his newly hardened cock. I licked my lips, suddenly very horny.