I stood there,in front of Mr.Wilkins' desk,looking up at him. "Yes,Sir?" I asked."Stevie." He said very politely. "I noticed that You were drawing pic...tures,instead of taking notes during Science period,today. May I see your notebook please?" Oh,Crap!" I thought to myself. "I'm a Dead Man! After He looks at it,He's gonna call Mom,She's gonna call Dad,and when Dad gets home,I'm gonna get my ass whipped! Dude,you'd better think of something quick!" Um,I don't have it." I laughed. "I,um,I gave it. It was clear that she did not have on a bra. It was also clear from how firm her breast looked, that she didn't need to wear one. Her breasts were not big, but they were the perfect size for her petite body. Her legs looked toned and tanned, and her cute feet were highlighted with a girl pink nail polish. I probably stared longer than I should have, and unfortunately, she noticed.“Mr. Derek, are you okay?” She smirked while placing her hand on her shapely hip. “Oh god. Sorry, Sarah. It's just. I even slap the string binding your nipples to give em a bit more tug, before going back to your thighs. I hit you just a bit harder, and with one hand slide the vibe in and out some more. I stop and lube up a thicker vibe and insert it, and slide it in and out, going deep into your ass. “Daddy-y-y” you say as your hips lift up, the exquisite moans and laughing of you cumming, makes me smile. I hear your breath intake again, and I begin to slide it in and out faster, as you start to cum yet. 5"heel. The look made her look far older than her nineteen and a half years,but she hoped that instead of 'old', the men she was in Paris to meetwould look at her and think 'professional'."Bonjour, Mademoiselle Watkins," the middle-aged man said, shaking Abbey'shand as she sat down opposite him. "Je m'appelle Robert Marotte, etbienvenue a Soixante-Trois Industries." Merci," Abbey replied with a nervous smile as the interview began.24 hours later, Abbey was sat beside her mother on their sofa.