I'm not used to being speechless, so tried to regain my composure and act like the secretary I was. "Yes, yes, sorry, you interrupted my train of thou...ht, how rude of me," I blushed. He smiled, "See you later," he said. And that was that. My first real moment of lust at first sight. After that I dressed more carefully every day, made sure my makeup was just right, my cleavage just visible, just waiting for my time. He wasn't there every day, but I found myself looking at the office door every. The syllabus had been very clear that tardiness was unacceptable,and she'd already gotten one detention on her very first day - she was in dreadof what might happen to her if she committed another offense. Catcalls followed Kimiko down the hall as she rushed to fifth period, andseveral students pointed at the wet patch on her skirt. Covering her face,she cried as she ran - in the shame and disgust over the urine-drenched pantiesclinging to her crotch, she completely failed to notice that a few. I was content with my life.What a crock of shit. The best thing in life is being easy. That's what I'd believed in. No, that's what [i]she[/i] believed in. That life had been filled with intense bursts of pleasure. Supernovas of wanton sex and rampant drug use. All the pleasure derived from ignoring society's rules and embracing its ills. If I wasn't happy, it sure did feel good. Fuck! Life was great.No! She was infecting my mind. The whore was doing something to me. I had to leave. I had to. I call her then I will tell her to remove dress and through the phone we started to masturbate each other by some dirty conversation. We do through sms also. In sms I like to chat in Kannada language because in Kannada the name for pussy cock fucking is something erotic. For e.g. thullu for pussy n thunne for cock. After that we used to go to park every Sunday evenings. We had so much fun in the park. We usually go at 6pm.One day we went at normal time then we sat in some place in the park. We.