"Umm..." that queasy feeling was starting to build in my stomach again. "I... uh... didn't know that I was supposed to wear it all the time. After Car...a left, I washed it off, and..." And I notice that your nails are not done, either." Nails? She said nothing about nails!" Did she give you some nail polish?"My stomach was twisting into knots now. Somehow I had inadvertently displeased Julia and my body was punishing me for my rebellion. "Yes... ah... both for my fingernails and my toenails.. Tonight though was a different story.We got together and went out to eat and talk .I wasnt planning on staying out late and diffently wasnt planning on having sex.After we ate we decided to go to a bar and have afew drinks and talk about what weve been doing over the yrs.The bar wasnt to full but soon it seemed to pack in a bunch of horny guys.We were getting hit on big time and I knew I had to get home, so I called my husband and told him Id be home soon.My friends drove me to the bar so I. Some pupils came out into the playground that was adjacent to the pitch and some of the boys loitered glancing occasionally at the 15 and 16 year old girls in their short skirts and bouncing titties! One boy in particular sat alone and glanced up occasionally to catch a glimpse of his ‘favourite’ girl although she never seemed to look at him. And today his mind was buzzing as he noted that she wasn’t wearing a bra. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an aggressive voice behind. I had a feeling he didn’t need to see my feet, so I left my socks and running shoes on. I was so glad my pussy was sleek and hairless. I watched his feet approach me. And then Mr. Michaels, my teacher, was putting his finger in my pussy and finding the clit and rubbing it. I knew that kind of behavior could get him into a lot of trouble if he taught high school, but I guessed art school was different. It didn’t really surprise me because older men were always doing that kind of stuff to me..