He introduced himself as Bert. He seemed like a nice guy, just not very interested in me, so I thought. Bert was a big guy, and maybe he was just shy,...or something. I said, “Good morning!” And proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading the last load into the washer, Bert tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around, he was standing there, holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch. I noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his. I heard a voice saying to enter. I lowered my head and entered scared to death what I was about to see. ?MISS DRAKE??????? I said in a high pitch voice. It was my History teacher Miss Drake. She had helped me so much talking to me after class on my work. She was a kind woman who usually wore her black hair in a ponytail and wore glasses. There on the bed she was wearing a high neck black halter top, fishnet garter belt, stockings and black high heels. And she had a riding crop in her. Luke and Terry went to the meeting place at 3.50 and waited for John who showed up about twenty minutes later with a carrier bag. They had tried to ask what was in there but were just told to wait and see."OK, let's go and meet her" commanded John and led the way.Matthew finished school and waited outside for his friend David. Finally he was going to find out what was going on. As soon as he saw David the questions fired out of his mouth. David calmed him down and filled him in with what he. Determined not to let this little distraction spoil our evening we had the dancer continue. This time when he asked me to dance I agreed. As shy and coy as I could manage under the circumstances I let him lead me to the dance floor. He was still wearing only the "G" string which was covering less and less of him as we swung around the floor. As we danced he ground himself into me while the other girls hooted. Getting into the swing of it I ground back by grabbing his ass and pulling him into.