My rigid cock pressed against her bare mound as I gripped her pert cheeks and pulled her against me firmly. I slid my hands up her sides dragging the ...abric of her tight top with them. She put her hands up as I dragged it off her leaving her in only a sexy push up bra, her nipples clearly defined as their rigid tips pushed against the flimsy material. I quickly had the bra off as well, leaving us both completely naked. For long moments we enjoyed grinding ourselves against each other as we. When I was where I intended, I greedily stuffed what I could of him into my mouth — as much as I could accommodate. Oh god, the taste of him. That first time his flesh filled my mouth was something special. Then I caressed his balls while my lips slid from off him to allow my tongue to circle the exposed raw tip. Then I traced a wet line with my tongue back down the length of the underside of him and back again. Repeat.But he eased me away from his cock, saying, "God, Lauren. I'd rather cum in. He heard loud catcalls and wolf whistles follow him down the halls. You know the kind a whistle a guy uses when a pretty girl walks by. The feeling of dread intensified as Dean walked to his locker. He had his butt patted at least twelve times. He didn't mind having his butt patted, but he did mind having it patted by guys instead of girls."WHAT THE HELL!" Dean shouted at sight that greeted him at his locker. A bra and pair of panties were taped suggestively to his locker.Dean found a note from. Fifteentrips, about the same for himself and his mother, forty five trips,one item at a time. wiggling, with a stinging behind. a slave. clotheslocked on, such a short dress, he was in a trance as he walked downthe stairs.He walked down the hall catching his reflection in the hall mirroragain, looking at himself in the black mini dress carrying a pair ofyellow panties, turning and going down the stairs to the basement,remembering to keep wiggling, he wasn't sure if he was ready to bespanked.