Malone?”“Yes, sir,” the boy reluctantly agreed, “But, sir, can’t we work something out? Please?”Professor Sanderson leaned back in his ...hair. “Perhaps we can work out something, boy,” he said, finally dropping his professorial role and allowing his eyes to take on a more feral cast. “Perhaps we can work out a way in which you can provide my remuneration in a non-monetary way.” Then, to make sure that Malone did not mistake the thrust of his comment he stared fixedly at the boy’s. Cashier guy watched me with a pervy little smirk, but I kept undressing. As if it was nothing, he leaned in and helped me unclasp my bra. His cock, still standing at attention, pressed stiffly between my breasts. I licked my lips again, and I could easily hear his breath get heavy once more. With light fingers, he tweaked my nipples and then nudged the tip of his cock against them. I knew what he wanted, and I was prepared to do it for him, gladly. With both hands, I cupped my breasts rubbed. “ohh “ need a ride“if... Thanks. Catching the last bus too town dress as a woman is not a wish idea but much easier to control since no one is too busy in you but want to get home an where she was about only 2 or 3 people be on the bus now an she be the last to get off. So hand in hand we walk to my car. In no time we had caught up on old times an i stole a few peeps at the expose panties showing under her short dress. Each time i felt my own clitty struggle to break free. It was then i notice. If he wasn’t such a jerk– and if his personal hygiene wasn’t so bad– she wouldn’t have minded. She still would have said no, but she wouldn’t have minded so much that he asked her to begin with.There wasn’t much to remember about the rest of the afternoon. It was the usual, boring stuff. She spent most of the afternoon watching the clouds move in from Lake Michigan and cover the Chicago skyline.The drive home was routine... except... except... except something that she couldn’t quite remember..