She took the TestiTracker out of the breast pocket of her lab coat and locked it around my scrotum with the magnetic key. She tucked the key safely aw...y in a separate pocket with a zipper on it. Now that I was wearing the TestiTracker again, she used a separate key to release me from the cuffs hanging in the stall. I was free again—so to speak. I walked over to one of the mirrors opposite the lockers. My brown hair was growing back nicely, though they were little more than bristles on my. But as I watched, it became clear to me that she was looking straight at me. I wasn't invisible, in the least. She stared at me as I tried to stay out of sight in the bottom half of the window. Her eyes burned into mine as a small grin formed on her pinkish lips, and my jaw dropped as she tugged her skirt up past her hips, giving me a full view of her fuzzy muff.I stood right up; hell, she was quite aware of me. My hand went into my pants and I began a slow rub with my thumb over my damp. "And that's not why I stopped pushingyou?" Oh yeah? Why then?" smiled Todd, rolling his eyes before pointing athim as he held on. "And don't you dare do that again?" Nah, rather keep you closer," said Michael, pushing back the swing alittle, raising it a few feet higher until Todd was looking down athim. "Because I'm pretty sure you said kiss, not kill." No, I said," Todd swallowed hard as he was helpless sitting in theelevated swing, never expecting Michael to reach up, touch his face andpress. Cupping them over my taught short little dress. My breath hitches in pleasure and he moves one hand lower and lower. It's a slow torture until he reaches the hem of my skirt. Slowly so exquisitely he runs his hand up under my skirt gently grazing and cupping my sex over my panties. "You're panties are so wet Vanessa" he says. "I can't help it Jordan, its what you do to me. Even when you're not touching me you have that affect on me." I plead. I want him, more of him, right here, right now! "You.