When she saw the large bulge in the front of my briefs, she gave off a shrill & said, “Oh honey, it looks like I picked a beauty this time! I’m NE...ER lettin’ YOU go!” She gave my package a firm squeeze, whispering in my ear, “I’ll be back. I have something special planned for you” & then walked away with an evil laugh. Never letting me go?! What is she going to do to me?!?! I’m her captive prey & there is nothing I can do about it!She has been walking in every few minutes, taunting me - saying. "One of the other girls spoke up. "Well we are short of dress dummies,maybe he could wear the dresses for us to fix the hems and such?" Excellent idea Katie," the teacher agreed. "Let's get started then."For the next 90 minutes I was used as a dress dummy trying on severaloutfits and noticing some of the girls taking photos on their phones. Theworst part was being made to walk around in the dresses to see how theylooked in motion.After the class was finally over I was taken to the library where. Are you having an affair with Alan?”Her pussy juices were now flowing over my fingers and down her legs, “not really.”“Oh, so you didn’t have his penis in your pussy Christmas?’Her words were slow in coming by this time, “I did buy Christmas presents when I was up here.”“And, …” now I was working her pussy with three fingers. And we both are now naked.“And yes I slept with Alan those three days.”“Is that all baby?” I was trying to get more details out of Laura.“Well Pop, I have let him fuck me. But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting interface with the real world as you repeatedly peek through the blinds, or from behind the curtains lest she arrive home earlier than expected. The guilt builds up and conflates with an intense shame.“Boys and men don’t dress up in stockings and women’s underwear and masturbate.” “Why.