I was listening to the radio as I pulled into the parking lot. Since it was my high school reunion, I was listening to a station playing songs from th...e early to mid nineties. I had come a long way since high school. I now lived in San Diego as an account rep. I had a beach house and a Porsche to match. I was now parking my rented Porsche. Mine stayed in California, I rented one from a Chicago dealership. I looked at my old school and remembered how much I wanted to leave this town all those. This is something that I do for a few reasons. One reason is that it's something that I enjoy. I don't exactly have a foot fetish (podophilia); however, I am a bit of a hedonist (but not in the strictest sense): I derive no small amount of pleasure from giving others pleasure. This may sound at odds with somebody who claims to be the kind of person who enjoys being in control and dominating situations and others. Nothing could be further from the truth. Everything in life is give and take.. .. Now at 32 years old, this might be her last chance. Her very last shot at happiness. But, at what price?This was a final blowout before the school year started. Before she had to go back and face hordes of squealing preteens with all their petty problems and ingenious ways of avoiding anything resembling learning. Before she had to slip back into her accustomed role as teacher and animal tamer.A Caribbean cruise was just the ticket to forget what a rut her life had settled into. A life. Her breasts were tightly pressed in her costume, forming an extremely erotic deep cleavage.The top was in such a way that its lower boundaries were two-inch below her melons. Savita had no piece of cloth from the end of her metallic bra-like top to her waist. Her pulpy plump belly was exposed, and her belly button glistened.She had worn a skirt with similar metallic armor-like designs that stretched only a couple of inches above her knees. It also had wide slits on both sides of the waist that.