“You can kiss my ass,” Callie said. God. She was a bit pissed! Three Buds.“Really?” replied Mrs Taylor, “is that what you’re going to give...us then?”While Callie was trying to decipher what that meant she felt a hand on her ass! It was Mrs Taylor’s!It stroked slowly down, all the way down onto her bare thigh. It stopped and started to move back up. Callie moved sideways before the sensuous, inappropriate hand could lift her skirt, and looked back into Mrs Taylor’s face. She saw a challenging. " No. Just that she has been such a good girl. I thought one day would bealright." I suppose. You still using that plastic cage or have you got somethingbetter yet?" No. Still just the plastic one." Oh Lisa hen. You know what I've been telling you. If it's not steel,it's not real. You should check out my new stock." I'll do that."By that time my legs were quaking, and from more than just the strain ofholding my position. Thankfully I was allowed to stand up straight againand, as Lisa was happy. No, it wasn't the girls' locker room; I'd seen that in fifth grade!In the last year of graduate school I made a pilgrimage to my boyhood town. I figured that it might be the last time I would ever have chance to revisit it. That assessment was sound, for I never have had such opportunity since. On the trip I even manage to connect with my old best friend from the neighborhood – but that's another story. This is about the Community Building and my run of the place; I went where I pleased, if not. Come on back.”“Okay ... Satisfied?”“Well, Mmmmm ... Now, I’m satisfied. You look so pretty and feel so nice. Mmm. And you’re such a hot kisser.”“Mmm. You’re not bad, yourself. Mmmm.”“Now lean forward ... There. So smooth, so soft, so warm.”“Mmm. Your hands are so gentle.”“They have to be. They’re handling precious objects ... Precious ... Mmm. And sweet.”“Yeah, that feels good ... What are you doing?”“Trust me. This will feel good, too.”“Well, yeah, but gentlemen ask.”“They do? What odd.