My issue was the almost 100 of my classmates (95% of whom were boys, because Mechanical Engineering!) who were entering the room right now, all dresse... in casuals. I was the only girl who was sitting in proper formals and to such a slutty outfit.Just to remind you of my situation, I was sitting on a bench in the class center. Sitting had made my short skirt rise even more, and almost the entirety of my smooth legs was fully visible. My formal white shirt hugged my body tightly. My first button. The latex arm binder comes next, securely pulling my wrist-to-elbow-folded hands behind my back. Almost finished now -as the last touch, apair or rubber knee pads are pulled over my knees - a small concession tomy comfort, since I would be spending so much time on them in the nextcouple of days.She clipped the pink leash on the ring on my collar and walked Her rubbersissy slut doll to the front door, putting the leash on the door handleand leaving me standing in front of the full-length mirror,. So it would probably have to be a man. And hell, that's part of what's good about going both ways for me. Then I figured that if I only interviewed males then I'd be slapped with discrimination. No good, too risky. While I'm a man who enjoys a risk, not one that could ruin me. No fucking way.So then I thought I'd post an ad where there are classifieds on this gay/lesbian website and see if someone responds. I didn't go too much into detail, I just said that I was an independent contractor. He suggested to me that we should have a midnight swim but I declined on the basis I didn't have any swimming shirts. He suggested that that didn't matter as it was just the two of us, I could just swim naked. I don't know why I agreed, but I did and at that stage it didn't even enter my thinking what could happen despite knowing that Steve was an openly gay guy.I walked down to the pool and stripped off while Steve went to his room to get swimming shorts. I walked down the steps and into.
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