"I know babe, but I still think you deserve a punishment." You untie my ankles and wrists but before I move you stop me. You grab my wrists and tie th...m behind my back with one of your ties. You kick off your shoes and take your shirt off leaving you in nothing but your pants. Standing there before me, you see me admiring your gorgeous body. You see my lustful stare and pull my body towards you by my waist. I straddle your lap as you hold my face between your hands and we kiss, a deep,. So much for that idea.Chris paced and muttered to himself, his usual manner of working through problems. "Okay, I've got to convince her I'm not cheating. I knew I should have never hired Cynthia." He let out a growl, thinking that he should go in and let her go — today.He sighed then, shook his head, and resumed pacing. It wasn't Cynthia's fault, and she was a damn good assistant. "It's my fault, that's whose fault it is. Why wouldn't she think I was cheating when I was walking around here in. I noticed her shirt was nearly off from the fall and her skirt was all fucked up. I fixed her skirt but let her shirt be: "even though there are only female students there are male teachers you know." I said jokeingly.I inadvertantly licked my lips" uhm. lets see. well we probabaly ought to go look for art first since thats next." I said grabbing her hand and pulling her gently towards the right directionshe followed me her hand in mine"so sarah how long have you been here?"after thinking about. She never bothered to cover her big bosoms when the male viewers were getting a good look at them. Instead I could see a weird smile on her face when she would know that the viewer is mesmerized by the view. As time passed on there was this sweeper named Hari who would visit every morning to clean the room. He was in his early twenties, dark and very athletic type figure. Before sweeping the floor he would pick up clothes lying down on the floor. One thing was noticeable that just before Hari.