Her skirt falls just past her crotch and she is wearing what can only be described as "fuck me" heels that make her even taller. Lisa is clearly a bit...buzzed and slightly slurs her hello. "Do it just like I told you," Jen says while handing the blonde her panties. Lisa walks over to me and holds her red panties in front of my face. "Take a whiff, Sugar. Jen told me to ask if you approve." Playing along with Jen's little game I take the girls panties and bury my face in them, exaggerating as I. "Make sure that cream comes from the pitcher and not out of that smuglittle bitch clitty in your panties, Dear," Rolanda added lasciviouslyas Lisa dropped two sugar cubes into my cup."Yes, Ms. Rolanda," murmured Lisa as she handed me my cup and proceededto add cream and coffee. "Will that be all, ma'am?" For now, Lisa. You're dismissed to the kitchen. We may elect to joinyou for some breakfast shortly."Without a word, Lisa slowly whirled, her petticoats rustlingprovocatively, and retreated. Each day I walked home, I was hoping to see that guy again but he never appeared ever again. Frustrated, I ended up looking on craigslist. I would answer posts from men that were looking for a young guy to have fun with but I never got the courage to follow through. Yes, I know was being a flaky tease. After months, I decided I needed to do something. I put up a post on CL for an older guy to show me the ropes. Instantly I was hit with replies. So many, I didn’t know what to do. I started to. I was embarrassed and said "what makes you think that? i'm not sure why you would ask me that". She replied "well firstly i have often noticed you looking at my legs in class and you clearly like them so you must like them in my tights as i always wear tights". "and then when you were helping me on saturday i also noticed you looking at my feet when i was wearing my tights several times without my shoes on". "And finally when i emptied my laundry basket to do my washing on Sunday i noticed.