I can't wear these now, she thought. They look terrible.After a quick stop in the women's rest room next to her calculus class, she sat down self cons...iously in her seat and listened to Mr. Strong ramble on about limits, again. Her mind wandered for a bit and then she opened her notebook. The piece of paper the boy who ran into her had given her was on top. Danny Watson, Box 39456. I wonder what class is in Garrett 107 now, she thought. Damn right, he's paying for these stockings. They weren't. “I’m hoping she’s right.”“You mean you’d let him?” Teresa asked.“Yeah, you can watch and see if you want a go,” Trinny replied before sliding on the bed next to me in the spot Teresa had just vacated.“So, Mr Howard. Do you fancy shagging me?” she asked with a wicked grin as she reached down to grasp my cock. “I think you do.”“Oh fuck!” I gasped as she squeezed gently.“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she purred and slid her blouse fully off and unclasped her bra.She was small, yes, but. She had been drunk the day before, and lonely. She would never, not in a million years, have done the things that she had done otherwise. As she said this to herself she thought of her sons' immense members, of their eagerness and energy, and felt her body reacting. She cursed under her breath, shaking her head in an attempt to clear it. She crossed the room to her bathroom. She stepped into the shower, rinsing her body of the evidence of her sons' climaxes, and thought of Daphne. Karen had. Plus, every other gag type that the ever made. We will have fun with all this gear. I am sure your friends will be very thanking you for a very long time.?She knew she was defeated as she rose to her feet and headed back downstairs. I moved her into the living room and sat her on a recliner. I teased her by asking if I was doing it right as I applied ropes to her legs, ankles, and arms. The last thing that I placed on her was a nice gold solid band around her neck. Not too tight fitting but.