Riccccharrrd." I teased childishly before I reached my bedroom door, opening it and slamming it behind me.I pulled the dress over my head and threw it... in the hamper. Feeling the cool air against me again made my nipple stiffen, and I became aroused. I layed in my bed rubbing my hands freely over my bare body. Feeling my curved young sides, my round soft ass, my small, round tits and perky nipples. I rolled them between my fingers and began to moan softly. Taking my right hand and sliding it. My Polly gave me the comfort I needed in my home environment, but I knew my time with her would be limited because there would come a point when she would become dangerous to me because she knew too much about my activities and might possibly betray me to the authorities.Even now, a young British female was seated next to me on my bench fondling my cock with her devious fingers under the table. These western women were so hedonistic in their social interaction that it was almost too good to be. Me: I can’t believe I’m doing this, but okay.Alan: Thanks bro :D I can’t believe I’m doing this either, but I guess drunk people do stupid things.The next day was Thursday – exactly one week after Dave and I had had the incident in the bathroom. Alan had been absent the whole day, which was a relief because it would have been too awkward to have classes with him. I’d told my parents that I would be going directly to his house after school, and so I did. It was nearer to the school than mine, so. Of course I couldn't let Connie have all the attention so I wore my leather outfit as well. Mr. Blakemore saw that I couldn't get all the buckles done up by myself so he offered to help. Wasn't that nice, Diary? But it looks like he's just as bad at doing up buckles as Connie is, because he got my arms stuck as well. It didn't really bother me though, cause it didn't hurt all that much, in fact it felt kind of nice. Connie gave him a hand to tie me down to the desk, and then Mr. Blakemore took.