Carrie stared at herself in the mirror. The fresh highlights in her jet black hair had been just what she needed to liven up her face. She ran her fin...ers through her fresh blow out and admired the glow her skin had from the spray tan. It may be winter outside, but she looked just back from a week at the beach. She wore a simple gray tank top over a pair of yoga shorts; it was her favorite at-home lounge look. Carrie gathered her applicators and set them on the nightstand just as Derrick. After a few drinks we went to get something to eat, thats when things got interesting. After we ordered she when to freshing up i watched as she walked towards the lady's she turned back at me and with her hand told me to come over i took a look around then walked over she pulled me in to the toilet with her just being in there with her made me hard my heart started to beat faster she gave me her bag while she fixed her make up my heart started to slow down but my cock was still hard. Then she. "It'll get easier once we do it afew more times if you'd learn to relax and get used to it. You mightlearn to like it," he assured."No! Fuck that! I don't want to do that anymore," I blurted, stammeringout the toughest Tim voice I could muster while I stood there with myhair curled and made up and with gloss red nail polish and in nylons andheels and full lingerie and in a dress and even a woman's vintage aprontied around my waist. I could feel the coolness of the pearl necklacearound my. I fell asleep with my eyes open. Chloe woke me up at the end of the class.Chloe: I think you’re in trouble with the teacher.Me: She has it out for me.Chloe: You should start paying more attention in class.Me: But it’s boring!Chloe: I know it is but for a couple of hours you can at least pretend.Me: I guess so.Teacher: You, with me.Me: Yes teacher.This is ridiculous. She took me to her flat. There was a man sleeping on the couch. That must be the husband, the weird guy.Me: Oh, it looks like your.