We were kissing like teens and were rolling on the bed. My erect cock was getting stuck in between her thighs while rolling. I inserted my tongue into...her mouth and started playing with hers.We started sucking the juice out of each others mouth. We stopped only when she wanted to take a breath. She was panting for breath and after some time looked at me and smiled. I told her I wanna see her naked. She raised her hand and started removing her kurta.I stopped her and told her that I will do it.. Then the questions began. Who was I? Where was I from? Who was I with? Was this my first time? As I answered the questions, I began to notice a few things. First, all of the other girls were dressed similar to me. A short skirt or dress, high heels, and not much else. Also, most of the others were also wearing something around their neck, like me. Two were even dressed alike. My curious gaze was answered when the older one of them told me she was there with her daughter, and sure enough, I. “Do you need a ride home?” He said, and she let out a silent sob, not able to hold back the tears anymore. “I-I can’t go home…” She looked up at him, and his heart sank. He did not ask any questions, but reached out to wipe a stray tear off of her face, but then thought better of it, not wanting to get too close, for fear of more heartbreak. “You can come over to my place…” She just gazed at him, at the saddened expression on his face, and how the wind tousled his hair slightly. He looked. I don't understand. Haven't I been good? Icatch the whimper in my throat. No! I must be silent, I can't riskappearing upperty or demanding. I won't loose Miss. Perhaps I've donesomething wrong, I must of, two steps forward one step back seems to bethe way of things for me. So close, I excuse myself and go wash up. Mymind keeps thinking back to that box and its contents. A uniform. Myfirst in a long time. I had to work so hard before Miss would let me buyit, I almost begged her. I know,.