His eyes widened and he rubbed my now extremely wet slit, as he stared at me. I moved my hand down to feel his dick through his pants, and it was exce...tionally hard. I whimpered and moved closer to him, but he backed away. "It's okay. We don't have to." I said backing up. I glanced at his face and he looked like he was going through an extreme struggle. I walked out the door making sure my skirt bounced up and flashed him my ass. HA. Step one of my evil plan. The bait. I walked back to PE with. The fullness subliminally intensifies the moment I understand why I’m on my knees in the boy’s bathroom surrounded by full bladders.“Have at her,” his girlfriend says before turning to me. “You’re wearing this uniform every day, and you’re not allowed to wash it, so make sure you don’t spill a drop. You’re on the team, but you’re still nothing more than a urinal. Remember that.”Sheesh. What’s with the endless animosity. I’m trying my best here.So it is with my boobs out, my mouth open, and my. Nevertheless, Dirk's right here… it doesn’t add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a moment, I look at him; quite a long moment; I gulp, not stepping back; and after a second he again chuckles stupidly and goes to his room."I'm fuckin' tired. See ya tomorrow, cousin."Did it work? …hopefully. Because nobody—no-bo-dy!—can know a thing about what I did. ***The next day my dad takes Dirk to the firm with him so it's calm til the afternoon. It must be sad for my dad’s employees. "Yes, that was my first time... for a massage." So many firsts today.-----------Debbie looked down at her screen. "We have you scheduled for amanicure... first." She lifted his hand out of the goo for second andthen let the hand drop back down. "And you really need one, too. Haveyou ever had one before?" The question hung in the air unanswered, butthe answer was fairly obvious. "No matter, you need one."Tuck silently agreed."Well let's see, we have hundreds of options here, but I have.