Have whatever you want from me. I’m your slave. Oh, please don’t stop.” She said. I agree with her. She is a bad girl and I am determined to giv...e her the punishment she deserves. I snake my fingers all around her sex until I find the magic button. The ‘G-SPOT’ and I start to rub profusely. “Aaahhh!!! Please don’t do that. I’ll wet myself Sir.” She said in vain. Of course I ignore her and continue. Only moments later I start to hear squelching noises coming from her now extremely wet pussy. . She had been a student here for five years now and she was trying to get into a Police Academy and so she worked out here often. I had seen her on several occasions learning Kung Fu and Tang So Do and today she carried in her Bo Staff. She smiled and I smiled and she asked where Master Frank was. I told her that he was out would be gone for a few hours and to feel free to practice as long as she wanted. She smiled and went to the dressing room to change. On the desk was a small tv monitor that. It was a long ride across the Midwestern prairie and the July weather wasn't nearly as pleasant as the earlier circuit we had made around the Association's Northern Division.The air conditioner on the bus wasn't functioning properly and the entire ride to Lincoln was a throat-choking trial by heat and dust. It wasn't my first bad experience with Road Baseball in the minors, but this one was turning into a true classic. I vowed to remember every minute of it, and to use it as a source of. My initial thoughts were to get straight back on the bus, but it was thesame bus with the same driver - I wanted to feel like a girl so off intothe town centre i went. As i was walking past the shops (Its a Mall) inoticed my reflection - It was of a Girly School Girl - I felt divine.I went in all the Ladies clothes shops, if anyone asked me i just pointedto my face and no body batted an eyelid. I even went into the Ladiestoilets not a second glance.I stared to get brave, i had my lunch in.