She appeared to be looking a little too closely at my computer screen. "That is private Rosa!" I shouted as I rushed to the desk. Blushing and shaking... this time I was the one who fell down. Not to be deterred, I crawled the rest of the way and cut off the power to the computer itself."Seniorita hurt?" She asked, after standing up and stroking my hair comfortingly.I wasn't hurt physically, but mentally I was a wreck. I was shaking and humiliated; my life as a rich socialite was flashing before. I think we both knew that I’d be seen sooner or later that day, that thought sent my nipples to rocks and I actually felt my pussy dribble.I walked on quite boldly, I was passing along a stretch where there was no sanctuary of bushes to dive behind, I was going to have to cross the same well used, wide open track that the boy cyclists had rocketed down and nearly seen me. I paused in the middle of that track, uphill I could see trees and for maybe 200 yards till the ground fell away, downhill,. She had felt so soft and smooth when Sean had felt her up in the restaurant, but now he could see that other than a small patch of pubic hair about the size of a quarter just above her clit, Cyndi’s pussy was completely bald! He leaned forward and gave her protruding clit a tentative lick as he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her sopping muff to his mouth. ‘Do you want me to take off my stockings?’ Cyndi cooed as Sean continued to lick her pubes. ‘No way, I want you to leave them on all. ” I shuddered. “Now, I want you to take off everything except your shoes and jewelry Betty.”I slid down my skirt, took off my shirt, and began to cry as I removed my bra. Mr. Thompson sat there, unmoved, gesturing to continue. I slid down my panties, my trim pubic hair that no boy or man had ever seen before, standing at his face height. He stood, walked around me, his fat fingers tracing along my back, pinching my ass, around my breasts, and on my face. “Each morning you will be standing in my.