She was on her way to the Harbour Exchange Square, where the London Exchange Tower could be found. This new sixteen storey high skyscraper, comprising...of not one, but two giant fortifications, was just one of many modern office blocks that rose from what once was waste ground, and now formed the heart of London’s Docklands. Looking at the other passengers on the bus, Sally couldn’t help feeling extremely conspicuous. Although she was wearing clothes perfectly suited for the glorious summer. Breathing hard, she complies, still feeling the ghost of her own finger inside of her pussy. At this rate, she assumes she might literally pass out from the orgasm that is currently building within her.Then, he sticks his middle finger into his mouth and motions for her to do the same. Blushing again, she complies, smelling and tasting herself, feeling the strange consistency of her juice on her tongue and swallowing it down.Delicious? he mouths and smirks. For some reason, that makes her feel. ” meaning the pain. If you’ve ever studied any body discipline - Gymnastics, Karate, Ballroom Dancing. It’s especially upsetting when your body quits listening to you. Don’t get me wrong, at the moment, It’s more like I’m about 1 beer shy of a snootful. Tipsy, but not sloppy drunk. Typing is becoming a bitch as well. I’ve had to start using a cane for my own safety as I never know when this shit will start or stop.My family told me that my spoken vocabulary has drifted to that of a child’s. I. (honesty)It was finally the long awaited English class,and all the boys in the class were like dogs eagerly waiting for the owner to come. The teacher finally came and gave an introduction and asked to introduce our selfs and then started the class.She was friendly and had a charming laugh. Many boys started to have a crush on her and the girls were all jealous of her (burn) and our class had a beauty named Shreya she was really glamourous and was arrogant.She behaved like a queen in the class.