I had a quick feel of the fabric of a couple of pairs, and then held one pair up for a more thorough inspection. With my oncoming erection overtaking ...my common sense, I decided that I needed them, and quickly closed the drawer and hurried back to my bedroom with my trophy.Once in my room with the door closed, I removed all of my clothes and put the knickers on. The feeling of the soft cotton on my prick and balls while I masturbated was something that I had never felt the likes of before. When. ” Almost immediately the roles were reversed. Nineteen-year-old Miss Emily was now the dominant school mistress and thirty-three-year-old Sharon the schoolgirl who had been given a detention; a punishment detention in fact. Miss Emily went in to overdrive. She admonished Sharon in a stern teacher’ish voice. “Go and face the wall, Sharon. Press your nose against the wall and put your hands on your head. Think about how naughty you have been. Being rude to me in front of the whole class was. Stepping out of the shower, drying myself off and finally being able to go to the toilet I felt energised. Today was going to be another productive day, dressing in my fitness outfit I followed another of the exercise DVD sessions followed by some stretching yoga. I would leave the running for tomorrow as I felt the need to practice walking in those shoes some more, I really wanted to impress Biggie with how well I’d taken to them, I had learnt that the more confidence I had on screen the more. "What are you going to do?" I asked."I'm not going to hand you over to the police, if that is what you're asking" he replied, then stood up, still looking at me with those sharp green eyes. "That's completely up to you"."What do you mean? Will you let me decide if I'm going to jail or not?" I asked, feeling like a giant ice stone was growing in my stomach as I felt I knew the answer to my question, I just didn't want to believe it."Pretty much it. I'll keep coming here, trying to convince you.