How old are you. How tall are you anyway.?”The two were riding side by side as they talked, every now and then Tom would get a flash of white skin w...en her shirt whipped open.“I just turned twenty and I was six foot tall when I was fifteen. How old are you?”“I’m seventeen”“My mom was seventeen when she married my dad.”“Wait a minute I thought you said you didn’t know what the other part of you was.”“Well, I was raised by my mom and dad, don’t really know about who my real mom and dad were. A. I'm standing before him, now clad in just my stockings and heels. I feel so... wanton, so decadent. He gazes at my pussy, and I'm glad I took the time to trim my pubic hair and shave around my outer lips. I think back to the shower I'd had earlier, thinking of this moment, my fingers finding my sweet spot and imagining his fingers there instead... "Lay down, Lauren". His words snap me back to reality. Soon, his fingers will be there, and more, so much more. Obeying him I turn and sit back on. What am I being called in for? Oh no. They've changed their minds and decided to expel me after all. But I tried so hard! I fight back the tears. Ten minutes later I arrive at Ms. Turring's office. The secretary is seated at her desk by the door. “There you are, they're waiting for you inside,” she says tersely. Not waiting or caring for a response from me, she goes back to typing at her computer, as if I'm not even there. I glance through the large window behind the secretary into Ms.. I had a test in Chemistry I wasn't ready to take; so, pissed off, I did what I always did when I'm annoyed... I went shopping. I was also in need of a new hot dress for the wedding which was coming up in a couple weeks, and I always live by the theory 'look better than the bride'. (I warned you I was pretentious.)Once I was at the mall, I made my way to a new clothing store called Landrieu's. I noticed the store was empty except for the clerk and me, who looked to be in her late twenties. As I.