. this claim ... I believe." His fingers were caressing my inner thighs and as he slid his hands back and forth he pushed my skirt up."Let's see, stoc...ings ... stockings..." He was sliding his hands up my inner thighs as he spoke."Still stockings ... what's this? Bare flesh? You really are wearing stockings!"I almost giggled. His fingers probed further and I slid to the edge of my seat to accommodate him."More flesh ... more ... more ... why, you aren't wearing panties!"I just grinned as he. I?d dreamed of lookingthis good, but had never come even close. I was almost as frightened asI was excited. I could already tell I was going to take this muchfarther than I?d ever thought and probably much farther than I wasreally prepared to. I looked down at the throat spray, wondering if itcould actually do anything. It was a trope I?d read in stories onwebsites on places like fictionmania, but from everything I?dresearched, it didn?t seem like such a thing had ever or could everreally. "She helped me off with the gymslip. "Now look at yourself in the fulllength mirror," she said. "You look very pretty don't you?" As I lookedat my reflection she fondled my bottom through my silky knickers. I feltmy cock starting to respond. "Don't fight it," she said and her fingerstouched the front of my knickers. In no time I had a rock-hard erection."You've been waiting for this moment all day, haven't you?" she went onas she eased my cock from my knickers. She soon had me spurting. "Please don't worry about me. I'll finish packing while you're out, and then we'll both be ready at the same time."I wanted to believe her, I wanted to think that my first analysis of her had been correct. There wasn't really anybody eager to kill her. Then I remembered the phone calls the night before. She hadn't even been aware of the last one."Someone called again — after you fell asleep," I told her. "But when I picked up the phone, nobody answered. Same routine. Only silence." Maybe it was.