I will dispense my advice on this subject now.1. Tell her that you fantasize about it, but don’t ask her to do it– not yet. Hearing you talk about...it will put thoughts in her head without making her feel pressured or nervous. 2. Many of you will not like this one, but here it is: ask her to do it to you. I’m not suggesting you buy a strap-on or anything, although if you are into it, great– I’m talking about asking her to just put her finger up there. Tell her how great it feels, and how much. I went to my room,showered then decided what lingerie to wear. I chose a tiny pair of pink panties with black stockings and suspender belt,topped by a cream chemise...hidden by jeans and a sweater.I walked to Dave and Sarahs room and let myself in. Before me stood both of them dressed identically in schoolgirl uniforms. Short grey skirt, white blouse and school tie with knee lenght white socks. Sarah wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples stood proud under her blouse. Dave, now Davina asked me if. I threw the blanket back and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Cornrow braids under a baseball styled hat flowed down over shoulders held together by beads at the end. Officer Fitz had arrived.“What time is it?” I asked, looking up at the dark-skinned sentry.“Six a.m. or so.” she said, leaning against the door frame.I looked up at the walnut shaped eyes looking back at me but couldn’t read what she was thinking. I sighed and stood up, and turned to address her.“Look, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stop it.”. He was quiet. But not quiet enough. He had a strange sense of humor and often made inappropriate comments he seemed to find amusing though no one else seemed to see the humor in them. He made us uncomfortable at first, but eventually we learned to ignore his stupid little quips.He was a good worker, though. I didn’t mind looking out for him a little. That’s why I find it so hard to explain what happened. I could offer a few lame excuses. But what I did was so far out of the norm for me that I.