She had a petite build, short and slender, her breasts small. She could pass for a younger student, like a freshman or a sophomore.“Good afternoon!�...� she said. “Well, having PE as the last class of the day is exciting for you. A little exercise to stretch those legs after all those hours of sitting on your keisters.” She planted her hands on her hips. “Your bodies need to be trained just like your mind. That's important. A balanced life is one of our goals. I know you brainiacs think exercise is. "Listen, Sweetie, you are going to doeverything you are told to do, and you are not going to scream orstruggle or talk back; otherwise, you die right now. Understand?" The point of the knife presses painfully into yourskin. "Yes," you croak, your throat dry with terror. You feel them pulling your arms above your head, and apart. Your wrists are tied to something, maybe the front seats of thevan. They are using wire; it bites into your skin. They takeyour Reboks and tie your ankles,. I was riding the bus next to a dirty old man with a box on his lap. I sit down by him and subtly flash my cleavage, and then my panties at him. His eyes got big when he caught site of my nipples or my clean shaven pussy peeking out from my white underwear. I could see that he was getting a noticeable bulge in his pants. His cock was sticking up just between the box and his fat stomach, and no one’s could see it but me.So, I sat up and put my hand on his crotch. Then, I started slowly wanking. Instinctively, she brought up her left hand and grabbed the naked flesh of her tit and squeezed it. The touch increased the moisture gathering between the lips of her vagina, and she knew from the tingles that ran through her body that it would take but a few moments to reach climax once she began to play with her pussy. She turned towards the toilet and put down the lid, she spun around and all in one motion she had reached up under her dress and with her thumbs she had clasped the sides of.