Professionally, at least.”“Professionally?” I was intrigued. “How about non-professionally?”“Um...how would you like to go out on a motorc...cle ride with me?”I blinked, astonished. “Don’t tell me, you’re a biker?”“Well, yes, but if you’re imagining that I’m a Hells Angel or anything like that, forget it. Not all of us bikers are patch-wearing criminals, you know. I just ride a bike for fun. But you’re welcome to come along. It’s a hell of a stress buster.”I thought for a moment. I had not been. Sandra noticed how some of the other boys were looking in her direction and said, "Yes. It would probably be safer for me, if you come with me."Sandra also thought that because Melinda would leave her alone, some other students could maybe think that it was their turn to play with her. She sure didn't want to be fondled by anyone else, now that she wasn't able to defend herself.Frederik helped Sandra to get up from the ground, and then they walked towards the table that Laura was sitting on.. He left sharply but i only found out when i put them on and my pussy was covered in sticky old man cum. couldnt believe it!!I went round to give him a telling but whilst waiting on my panties getting cleaned (i wouldnt do it) and a few more drinks he started to touch my leg then put his hand up my skirt touching my pussy over the other panties i had to put on. i tried to stop but eventuially i gave in and he took them off.He wasted no time and started undressing me hurridly and shoved his cock. ”There was a standing ovation for that address, just as there was for Ricky Azov’s salutatorian speech (he had taken Renee’s surname as a mark of submission to her). For Ricky, things were closer to home and he spoke of the need for “empathy, love, and an understanding that men and women alike are always real men and real women, not because they conform to some pre-conceived ideals of masculinity and femininity, but because they are true to themselves. As long as you are the real you, you are a.