"Her clothes consisted of, the jockey shorts, a black shirt,and the suit. She wore black pants' socks, and the highheeled men's shoes. When she had ...t all on, it wasn't bad. Almost masculine. She slipped on the hat and coat. Therewas the pimp. Not completely passable as a guy, still toopretty, but she made a decent looking pimp."Oh," I said, "one last thing." What?" Something from Breann."I handed her a long cigarette holder.Jackie looked at it and said, "But, I don't smoke." That's why. When I tentatively touched her lips with my tongue, she made a surprised little squeak and returned the favor.But when I began gently rolling her from side to side in my embrace from below, rubbing her body over mine, she pulled back from my lips with a loud smack."Hold it right there, buster," she said sternly. "You get paid after you do the recycling, not before." But I'm not awake yet. I shouldn't use power tools when I'm sleepy." We've already discussed that. If you become disabled, I'm. I often lose my place during a lecture as she sits provocatively right before me. From my frustrated position I can see the men in the class casting sidelong glances her way in hopes of getting her attention. She ignores them and remains focused on tormenting me alone.....much to the torment of the others. Thank goodness when the class is finally over and I can retreat to the safe barrier of my desk.Today Sassy wants me to accompany her to the medical library to review some coursework. I do. “You want to do it in the bogs?”Claire didn’t answer with words. She just took a hold of my hand and pushed it up under her skirt. A loud moan escaped her lips as a warm rush of fluid coated my fingers. “No knickers,” I noted, feeling Claire’s fierce physical response as I touched her bare pussy. She was wetter than a fucked faucet and squealed as I pushed a finger between those pouting outer lips.“Not out here,” she hissed, escaping my grip. I followed like a dog on heat, sniffing at my sticky.