I was feeling hot; excited with having Nigel do my bidding, and excited that this unknown man across the road was at least watching me, if not photogr...aphing me. It wasn't long before I slipped a finger into my burning pussy; I threw back my head, open mouthed, enjoying the feel of my finger in my own cunt. One finger became two and I was soon pumping them in and out of my sopping wet hole as Nigel knelt next to me. "Do you like it?" "Yes Miss." "You like watching your Mistress finger fuck. Who sends a shot of their ass to a guy this quickly?I flipped back through the pics I’d sent. Uuuuugh, they weren’t even cute. My face was scrunched up because I wasn’t sure about the skirt and my hair was terrible and ugh fuck fuck fuck. I scowled and dropped my phone in my bag.A moment later, my phone buzzed. I picked it back up, dreading the inevitable dick pic. I was already preparing to block his number and write him off forever.Huh. This was interesting.He’d responded with a matching. We need someone to show the students how to use commoneveryday ingredients to make a delicious meal. You seem to havethat ability. I am proposing that you help us out. You will be paidthe substitute teacher rate for every day you teach. How does thatsound?" "It sounds good but there are problems. First, you do realize Iam a man wearing a dress. How do you think the students will takethat? Second, I am not a teacher, I am an accountant, and out ofwork right now. Thirdly, I do not have a. I looked for a lock but there wasn't one. It didn't matter. Even if she caught me, chances are she would just throw me out. I went through her laundry basket, searching for a pair of used panties, maybe a bra, or even leggings.After going through a few shirts and towels, I struck gold. I found two pairs of worn panties. A blue one and a purple one. I stuck the blue one in my face first, taking deep breaths, and then the purple one. Then both at the same time. I couldn't stop sniffing. My cock.