He kissed her hard on the lips. The lightning flashed, and she was running away. She was going down hallways and in and out different doors. He was th...re again. He grabbed her and kissed her hard. She ran back but stopped not far away. He came up to her. Kissed her breast. He put his hand between her legs. She felt heat. Hot, panting. He was rubbing her. Suddenly she escaped. Yet longed for his kiss, his touch. There was water flowing down steps, she had a sudden urge to find a bathroom, to. There is no one present at the moment. I lean with my back against a concrete column, so that I position myself along the walkway, and put one leg with a bended knee on the bench. My skirt falls back a little, so I know my hot slit is visible if somebody really tries to see it. I am pretending to read some romantic storybook, in the mean time keep a close watch on what happens around me. The adrenaline starts rushing trough my body now I am here open wide for everybody to see. I have a back-up. Which leads to the second little known fact about being a parent: you'll often have no idea what the kids last name is. Sure, some of time you know, but if for example the kids are in different classes or if there isn't a birthday party where you see the last name written down, you frequently only know kids by their first name, which is all the kids care about anyway. In Tracy's case, it was one of those times. At first I didn't know her name at all, and later on, I sent a few more years not. As we get closer to the corner, we can both suddenly hear voices around the corner. Female voices... You look back over your shoulders, a bit hesitant, but I also see the look of pure lust there, so I just nod and urge you on. Rounding the corridor, we can both see two cleaning ladies talking amongst themselves. This stops immediately as they see you come crawling on all fours down the corridor, collared and leashed. I can see their jaws drop, and the look of shock and amazement in their.