I jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, every second vital. I burst into the living room, and ran to the unit with the television in the corner. ...he router blinked a red, sad light at me. I bent over, pressing the reset button, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it. I gazed at its stupid, blinking orange light as it rebooted. I heard the door from the kitchen open. Lucy, my housemate, peered round the door. “What the hell are you doing?” “Resetting the box, lost connection,. WHAT USED TO MAKE ME WANK SO MUCH?... JUST THE SHEER JOY OF BEING DRESSED AS A SCHOOLGIRL, ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A MASTER OR MISTRESS WHO WOULD DRESS ME AS ONE. THE EXQUISITE FEELING OF WEARING A BRA, BLOUSE, SCHOOL TIE, SOCKS & SCHOOL SHOES... A GREY OR NAVY BLUE SCHOOL FULLY PLEATED UNIFORM SKIRT WITH WHITE OR NAVY BLUE KNICKERS UNDERNEATH WAS SHEER HEAVEN, WHICH REALLY MADE ME WANK... OFTEN GETTING SPUNK STAINS ALL DOWN THE FRONT OF MY SKIRT..... I WAS ALWAYS GETTING THE TAWSE OR CANE FOR. . and my devoted slave.I lean forward just a bit too far, and my cock rubs up against the palms of your bound hands. Your eyes flutter open in an instant, and your hand closes around my penis. I grunt once as the pleasure threatens to take me over, but then I realize my mistake and roughly push you away, tumbling you over forwards onto your stomach.Your ass, covered in those white panties, begs to me to be taken. Begs to be bared naked to the world, and penetrated, and shamed, and fulfilled all. We declined the offer of coffee, as we settled in to chairsin front of her desk. She looked at us expectantly. "I hope this goodnews Jeff." No. Not really, we have come to give you some information we feel thatshould know." I told you yesterday, no is not the correct answer." When we explain why we are here, I think you will accept no." Sheraised her eyebrows. "Let me preface..."There was a knock at the door, "Come in." Moira called out. Agentleman, tall, in a well-cut suit entered, he was in.