I liked eating my own sperm. Then she said that she wanted to go dancing and get laid. I thought she meant me. My hopes were dashed when she asked me ...o wear a dress and go clubbing with her as 2 girlfriends.I mean I was wearing panties 24/7. I had shaved my legs and worn pantyhose.Shaved legs with pantyhose{PH} was so thrilling.I had very little body or facial hair.Her GF A. came to our room wearing her bra and panties.The 3 of us were in bra & panties except I had a hard on. They mocked me. Thats when i admited to her that what she had done had actually turned me on and as long as she was honest and never lied i would accept that she could have sex when she was out with her friends Next morning both of us a little sheepish she asked if i was sure about letting her i said i wasn't but i didn't want to leave the house and i also said if she was sure she would be having sex when she was out she would do it sooner rather than later i didn't want to turn into a nervous wreck thinking. Deep down, I wanted nothing more than to carry on, but I had to leave and I had to leave now otherwise I would never get out of here.Searching for and finding my discarded panties, I realized I could never wear them again. They were ruined, torn beyond repair by Chris in the midst of our sexual fury but far from being angry, I was thrilled. Smiling to myself I picked them up and put them in my handbag.Noticing my smile, he asked what was so funny. How could I tell him that for the rest of the. “I know I can trust you. You probably think I’m a fucked-up mess.”“I think you’re a mystery,” he replied. “You’re a puzzle inside an enigma inside a conundrum, Irene. I like a good puzzle.”Martin unlocked his office. Irene stepped in and sat in a chair near his desk. He picked up a stack of papers. “I have a test to grade,” he said.“You should use the online testing system. That way the computer does the grading.”“Can the computer be programmed for partial credit?” he asked. Irene folded her.