Claire wasnt a cool kid but she desperately wanted to be one of them. But, as she turned and said hiya to me the cool kids up the back started talking...in low voices and I was sure I heard, What a little freak talking to that guy, and Scummy little slut. I knew she would never get to be a cool kid now. I said hi back to Claire as Mr. Jameson told us all to be quiet and started the lesson. We were doing algebra which was rather simple to me, (Not being bigheaded but I am rather smart) so I tuned. She was afraid and asked to open eyes but I said its ok trust me and carried on my plan. I tied her legs and moved away from her.She was calling me but I didn’t respond and I turned on the music and set my camera on the tripod facing the bed. She doesn’t know this thou. Then I went to the kitchen and grabbed some ice cubes and honey and came back in.I then touched her pussy slowly with the jar of ice cubes which straight away sent a chill through her spine and she wanted to jump over but she. He had done it before and she craved his penetrating gaze, so she was going to give him something to really look at. She found a tight fitting, low-cut red blouse, and since it had ample padding, she didn't feel the need to wear a bra. Surprisingly, her D-cup breasts did not droop like most women with that size; they were perky and as round as honeydew melons. She couldn't decide if she should go commando or wear a thong with her hip-hugging black pants, but she eventually decided to just be. "Can I help you?" he asks me, and he peers at me, and then at my lack of shoes. The night air is getting colder; it is early October. "I heard someone say your name a few days ago, and I remembered it. I am new here. I want to know more about your town," I tell him, but he stares at my feet. "Where are your shoes?" he asks me. "I lost them," I say, and he stands up. He holds out his hand to me and I take it. His hand is rough and strong. He smiles at me. "You need shoes; come with me." I follow.