Then came her last choice. One that I wasn't to happy about but she suckered me into. Well after a minute or so she called me back in and needed help...zipping up the back. Holy shit when I walked in she had the dress on and was holding her braless tits in her hand with a little smirk on her face and went on to explain the back needs to be zipped up to hold them in. I was flabbergasted and a nervous wreck. My rock hard cock was at it again. When I moved behind her to do the zipper I could see. “Or we could keep dancing.” That sounded great. “Or...”“Or?” She couldn’t let him stop there.“How would you like to go for a walk?” How would she like that? He was already more important to her than the dance was, and talking while the records were playing meant shouting in her girly voice, and she didn’t want to drop that.“With you? I’d like that.” And if he found them a hidden place on their walk to make out a little, she would like that, too. Where? Well, he was the student. Her experience,. ...I wanted to kill the bastard...but I gazed at the exit...Mark and Alex looking directly at me...waiting for my decision...I screamed in anger and pressed his neck against the knife...He let out a big scream of fear...it echoed all around the place...I let go of his hair..and dropped the knife...he was crying and in shock...after that...he collapsed on the ground...I looked at Mark and Alex signing them to run as I ran after them...once I caught up to them a cop stopped us.."I heard a. I do appreciate it, Steph." No problem. Get dressed while I change."She grabbed a towel from the linen closet and closed the door behind her. I opened the bag and took out a pair of underwear, then put them on. Obviously she had spotted the clean laundry because these were the pair of shorts that were on the top of the basket, but when I pulled out the pants there was a problem. I suppose Stephanie hadn't felt comfortable rifling through all my drawers to find me something to wear, so she had.