. , “ I left the last bit unsaid.“I don’t care,” she mumbled, trying to burrow into me. OK, I wasn’t going to win with logic. I didn’t ex...ect to, but I had to try.“What happens if you get caught?” I tried again.“I don’t care,” she stated again, a bit more forcefully. I kept stroking her hair. Ah, fuck me, I thought to myself. This kind of self-destructive behavior wasn’t going to go over well when she got back to Japan.“What can I do to help?” I was going to have to use a different tactic. She. She hadn't helped edit the newspaper. She hadn't sat at the front of class or raised her hand promiscuously or sweated about grades. She'd been on the tennis team, but I never got the impression she tried all that hard. She was, basically, normal. She was also, in real life, smoking hot. Freckled, red hair, quick laugh, very trim. She also gave off a good girl vibe, but she was far more accessible than her intimidating sister.After a few minutes of banter, we exited the bookstore with our loot. .. Well I...I kinda. Look its difficult to explain. But this man you know... On the train... On the journey out here." So a man ****d you on your trip out here? So who is the lucky bastard?" No. I didn't say he'd ****d me." So who was he? Your boyfriend?" No. I don't know who he was." What you let a bloke you'd never met before; give you a rooting on the train?" It wasn't like that, it was..." Never mind about the details honey, I'm sure you're gonna fit in well here today. What say you boys?". They are soaking wet. So, you like this humiliation it must excite you. Good it makes me feel good to know you are this excited. Sit down now but lift your skirt so you naked ass sits on the leather chair, and drink more water, if your panties are that wet, you will need it”“What toy did you bring tonight? My little slut.” He asked. Tamara reached into her purse and pulled out a small pocket vibrator. “Really you like that little, toy? That excites you?” He placed her toy into the table, then.