The 3rd weekend I did go out to a party me and my girlfriend but the party was pretty poor and she said lets go to the very pub I met the 2 gay guys i..., and as we walked in sure as fuck, there they were in the pub, I got all paranoid as we got a drink and sat at a table. I sat there all night not relaxing and as we chatted with friends I was worried sick that they would come over and say something, but they never even looked my way. At the end of the night the 2 gay guys left first and as they. What kind of friend would I be if I made you buy stuff for me the whole time I’m here? I’ve got money.” Setting down her coffee, Lindsey reached into her tank top. Her left breast jiggled as she rooted around in her bra. Carmen sat in silence, transfixed by the sight of her well-endowed friend handling herself. Then Lindsey produced some folded bills and the moment was gone.Later that evening, after Lindsey was unpacked and settled into Carmen’s spare room, the two women sat in the den,. There was, I decided, nothing for it but to metaphorically prostrate myself.“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you in any way,” I blurted out. “I hope I haven’t. I mean…”I broke off. Professor Milford was giving the ghost of a smile, lips pursing in concealment.That was even more unnerving. I was expecting to be reprimanded and sent packing, but she seemed to find something amusing. Professor Milford was a woman all the students understood was not to be trifled with. Her greatest claim to fame was an. “However, leave those for later – I forgot to leave this pair”. She dropped onto the floor a more ordinary, but undeniably sexy pair of boots, with a less severe, wider, three-inch heel. “I was wearing them yesterday and stepped onto a pile of doggy mess. You can probably smell it. Clean these first. I need them for lunch time.”Once again, she turned on her heel and left me alone with the stinking boots. Was she playing me? Was this a deliberate attempt at humiliation? I certainly felt.