In the back of my mind, however, was whether or not i could get her panties down at the foot of my bed while...you know. after some slight begging and...cajoling, she agreed to come by (i'm never too proud to beg for some good head/pussy).there's this myth that "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach", but i've gotten more ass than a little bit by throwing down in the kitchen. guys, if you can't cook, find one dish that you can make, and i can almost guarantee that serving a woman. Lightly at first, waiting to see how she responds. Her lips opened easily for me and she seems to like my tongue sliding into her mouth. My hands are stroking her thighs while we kiss and I can feel Chris' eyes hot on us. Leaning in to her harder, kissing her harder now, knowing we are up at the bar but not able to stop myself. One hand continues up past her thigh and hip making its way up her body until I have one breast firmly cupped in my hand. Hearing her moan I squeeze her tit nice and. My shirt was tight, that one breath and my tee would tear. Wore my hair open and had high socks and heels.“So how did i fare Mr. Tom?” “You've done badly Ashley, Why dont you study for Math, You do well in all your other subjects. Why not this? I am sorry, but we need to come up with a solution now.” He scolded me. “Sure, Lets come up with one. I am waiting. I'm willing to do anything Mr.Tom, just pass me in Math1. Anything. PLEASE” i begged him, still sitting on his desk.“Anything Hu? Will you. And she never asked how I did or why I was out so late. I guess she just figured Tuesday was my night out. Now, I'm sorry she didn't catch me, or question me, just once. This might never have happened. I'd still have my old job, my wife and kids, my old life. Instead, I'm just a toy for people like you.Anyway, I got to Exotica that night and headed straight for my spot right by the stage. The music's blaring, the lights are flashing and spinning, and some young, leggy thing was making a big.