She squeezed herself into the garments, covered herself in makeup, and glanced into the mirror. She looked like a pornstar, and felt herself get even ...ore excited as she knew what she wanted now. To get fucked like a pornstar too. It must have been about midnight now, so she slipped on a sexy pair of heels from the box and set off down the road, swaying her hips side to side and looking like a woman experienced in every sexual way possible. It didn't take long at all, as she spotted a group of. ” I said, `I don’t have any work to do. I would be happy to help you.’ She said ok. She told me to go with her to bring a table from the last room. While we were going, due to lack of attention, she stroked with a wall and first two button of her gown broke due to the nail on the wall but she didn’t notice that. When we went to the table she bend to lift the table and there her treasure was in front of me. Suddenly her leg struck with table and she moaned with pain and she started massaging her. "Helen nodded approvingly when she saw my washed knickers and stockingshanging up in the bathroom. "It's always best to be wearing cleanknickers," she remarked. "Just in case anyone sees up your skirt."That night our love-making was as vigorous as it had been the previousnight. And it followed the same pattern. I began to feel that I was thewife and that Helen was the husband.The next day followed a similar pattern. I was able to dress myself andeven managed the zip on the dress. I was aware. I started to get my hopes up.Mrs. Chapman ignored me. She sat back in her chair, looking down at the folder containing Erin's records. She didn't open it. She already knew it well. At last she looked up at Karen and said, "Erin has always frustrated me. I taught her when I was teaching elementary school. I was her fourth grade teacher. She was starting to head down the wrong track at that time. I don't think she remembers me."Erin smiled weakly and quietly said, "Yes, ma'am. I remember."Mrs..