I got up and grabbed a tissue from his desk to wipe off the excess cum. Then, I bent down to pick up my shirt."Hey, where do you think you're going?" ...ike said, confused, with his cock rising yet again."Back to my room, I thought we were done here." I told you, I have a free period. We have more time." I took the hint and walked back over to Mr. Smith. He grasped my jeans and slowly tugged them down. He then walked over to his desk and in one swoop, knocked down most of the papers and files. Was I good at playing baseball? I'm ok. Was I great with the bat?I could hit a few singles. Was I athletic like these guys in front of meon the field? Well, I mean, I could run fast. I knew my way around thefield. Do I have the athletic built or bodies like them? Well as I lookdown at my thin legs crossed in from of me...I would say no. Lookingdown just reminds me that those guys out there and me sitting here aretwo complete different kinds of guys.None of those guys are worried if their shorts. Kevin is a good friend of mine and one of our few, probably because we share the same sense of humor. In particular, he could always get Rebecca to laugh and so we gathered around the fire in the living room with our sandwiches. (In much the same fashion as our ancient ancestors thousands of years ago must have done, after a lengthy hunting trip seeking the elusive cheese sandwich...) "Where's the uniform, Becka?" Kevin asked Rebecca who was wearing a cotton skirt and white button-up blouse.. She wasvery tall and very solid with heavy dramatic makeup. She was six inchestaller than me and probably outweighed me by 50 pounds. She said, "Youmust be the new maid, sign this paper." I wasn't going to put my realname, so I wrote "Vanessa S". She then told me to follow her into theback office.She instructed me to sit down in front of a white screen. She told methat she was going to do my makeup next, but needed my photo for the myemployee ID. Pretty much powerless, I provided even more.