I couldn'thelp myself, being the inquisitive child I was, I pointed at her chest andasked her what it was that she had on? "it's called a brassiere" s...e saidwith a certain smugness in her voice. "A what?" "A bra dummy, somethinggirls my age start wearing." "Oh, Can I have one?" I asked her. "No silly,bras are for girls only, you're a boy, boys don't wear bras, stop being sostupid!" Disappointed and dejected was I. Again here I was with the samethought I guess I have always had. "Why do they get. Maybe it is the risk of being caught in public, but the way he is now moving his toes up and down your lips over the sopping wet fabric of your panties feels like heaven.You fight to regulate your breathing and maintain your composure as bar patrons move all around you. You hold his foot gently by his heel as you now let him do what he wants with his toes.Jumping a little in surprise, you feel his big toe reach out and catch the edge of your thong and pull it roughly to the side before sliding. Maybe he was Vlad the Impaler in a previous life. ‘You’re the one that spurred this on, and you’re not backing out now.’ ‘Alright alright, I was just asking, that’s all,’ I said with my hands up. ‘We just need to make sure Jenna doesn’t get even a whiff of this or else it will blow up in our faces.’ Jenna took that moment to bound out of the house and rush straight for us wearing a long sponge-bob T-shirt that reached her knees. We immediately changed the topic and started to talk about the. That idea was met with objections until I explained that I could get a flag any time male and female students were together, which was fine if they were in the hall but if it was in a cloak room that was a different matter. Once flagged we could look at it to see how many more were there together. We could also see where they were off campus - up to five miles - and could be alerted as they left campus. It also meant that if a girl was abducted we could get a location, as long as she still had.