The day itself dragged and I struggled to think about anything but lying over Miss Manson’s small lap. I had stared at her all the way through morni...g registration, dreaming about her in her white blouse and short black skirt and found myself wanting to touch myself under my desk.At 3.50pm and the end of the school day, Miss Manson had dismissed her year Thirteen class, which included myself, and she was left alone with me, sat near the back of her long classroom. The young teacher had taken a. Your cumtastes much sweeter than it used to for some reason. Seeing you alldolled up kind of turns me on too," she said, standing back up andwiping the remnants of his sperm from her ample lips. "You have a kindof sexy Jennifer Connelly look going that I'm finding irresistible. But, weare supposed to be learning about gender, aren't we! Now lets get youtaped back up and show your sweet ass off!"As he carefully stepped down the hallway (he still had some work aheadof him getting used to heels!),. . they detail everything I want from you and even what you want from me and you make sure you reply with one just as explicit as the one I sent .But what did I do today for you to call me nawty ?? I wore a skirt - you like me in skirts , you like to run your hand up my leg as you drive us to your motel room , I love the way how you sneek your way up and brush your fingers across the material that covers my pubes . I giggled today when you did it ... you looked at me and asked what I was up to. And then there were the shoes - I think the heel was more than four inches high, and they were all straps, starting at my toes and running up to my calves. Like pretty pink bondage restraints for my feet! I gasped. “Oh my god. Wow!” Eve giggled. “That was fun. And pink is definitely your color.” Linda was watching my mirror image over my shoulder. I wasn’t sure, but I thought she was looking especially close at my nipples, which started to tighten and throb. When she bent close to my ear and.