“Just tell me if you start to hurt.”“Don’t stop.” I replied without hesitation. Compared to the last guy, this was easy. It was fantastic. I...was tingling all throughout my pussy and up my spine. My legs were weak. I came again into his comforter. He heard me orgasm and reached down, grabbing my flat tummy after feeling the juices all over my thong. “That’s fucking hot.” He grunted. He pulled out and snapped the condom off. He was tired. He was coated in alcoholic sweat. He collapsed on the foot. We got to fourth period and it started out the same. We went to work and he slipped his hand under the table and gently massaged my thigh, then he stuck his hand a little ways up my shorts. He stopped after awhile and I thought to myself "Hehehe, my turn!" I slid my hand down until I felt his sexy legs. I gently rubbed them and soon I stuck my hand down his shorts. However, this time it kept going. I slowly reached farther and farther up his thigh until I felt his underwear. "Briefs" I thought. No, Danny. I need to get used to calling him by his first name until I can figure a way out of this mess. I try not to play with the oleander charm. It’s not in my best interest to develop a tell.A nurse brings a dress for me after lunch. I haven’t worn a dress in years. Pants or shorts are much more convenient. It’s made of finely woven hemp dyed a pale pink and scattered with flowers. It’s a garment someone might wear to a wedding, if there were such things anymore. “Where did this come. I was really feeling sexy buying all these new cloths. I next went and tried on new heels. Got some 4” heels that I had a hard time walking in but decided to wear them at home till I was comfortable in them. I decided to get all dressed up in my new cloths and go to a casino b cause I felt I would blend in in my new slut cloths as I was calling them. I had on black 4” heels red mini skirt black thong and white low cut top that barely covered my nipples. I arrived at the casinos and was going to.