The outfit entailed blackstockings, a short jean skirt, the pink panties, a pink bra and a whitebutton up blouse. I had acquired a few hair clips over...the months fromrandom places my sister left them. At this point my hair was long andpoofy, but when wetted or gelled it was about halfway down my neck. Ihid all of these things in a brown paper bag underneath my bed. I keptthese things there for several weeks. I wore the panties under my jeansa few days to school and I wore the bra (not stuffed). “Keep the blindfold on until I tell you, slave,” was all you said. “Yes, Master.” I leaned on you as you led me on. I heard some other people and smiled although I was feeling a little anxious that wherever it was you were taking me, it was a public destination. I clenched to keep the plug inside and I felt the wetness from my cunt well up inside me. With my shaved pussy, the air that hit my clit was both a relief and a new stimulus. I could tell that we approached a crowd because I could hear. " Well, there's bound to be a difference when you've lost someone you love deeply and who is part of you." Part of you? Part of you? You two were like bloody vines an' I envy you. I could ask either of you a question, unless it was something particular to do with the cleaning, and knew if I asked the other I'd get the same answer."Richard smiled. "That was probably because we'd discussed it already. We had our differences." Mebbe, but they was little differences. You came over as one." Alright!. Ive always been able to connect with the teenagers around me, and I have a certain boyish look to my green eyes, slightly shaggy brown hair, and even my trimmed beard looks young for my age. Im also not unaware of the interested stares I occasionally receive from my female students. Evans had also been right about how easy it would be to coach Cross Country. All the girls did was run, a little harder and a little farther every day. I had very little work to do, and found myself with a.