I decided I would love to. So I went to the room he showed me and got dressed in a little school girl outfit. I had a plaid skirt (pink and white) a...white blouse with pink bra and pink thong panties. I felt like I was a real girl. More than I did when I left the house this morning for work that morning. When I came out of the room John had just stared straight at me and told me I was beautiful. I felt very beautiful standing in front of a boy. John had me lay down on his bed while he. Hell, he told himself. I only just figured it out myself. Something about that struck him as odd, but as he opened his mouth to ask Niles’ opinion, the older man repeated the question.“You’d have to have been in quite an intimate situation in order to see enough to be sure.”Duncan felt the blood rushing to his cheek - his dark skin-tone meant that it was hard to tell when he was blushing, but Niles was inspecting him closely.“What are you hiding?” he asked insistently, and Duncan admitted. ." What?" It says I'm supposed to tell you something." What? That's crazy. Why would it say that? What are you supposed to tell me?" Do you really want to know?" Yes!" It says to say: 'Slave Pamela..."Hold on, I thought to myself. Why would I write that to myself? And who was 'Pamela'?" ... of..."oh my god ... This was sounding like..." ... Laurel."(blink)What was that?? Suddenly, I was laying on the bed, with Janice sitting beside me, her hand on my shoulder."Are you all right?" she asked. Her. Paul had begrudgingly allowed me to make him lunch as a thank you for bringing me back. To say that Paul felt guilty was an understatement although I felt absolutely no anger towards the guy myself. Shit, he was only 17 and he was acting more responsibly than his mother. Anyway, he didn’t want me to have to do anything except recover. I’d had to talk him into allowing me the ‘honor’ of doing something nice for him. Admittedly my first thought was to give him a blowjob but I’d kept that to.