“This isn’t adding up. This thing has to be worth thousands of dollars. I either need to grab this fast or get the hell out of here.”I quickly d...ecided to try at least to load it up. A small voice in my head kept telling me, “What if the story was somehow real?” I didn’t think I would ever forgive myself if I didn’t at least try. So I opened up the tailgate and grabbed a furniture dolly and a 6’ ramp I brought with me. I managed to get the dolly under the bike with a lot of effort.. Karissa had already gotten to work. She let her robe fall to the floor. It was a hasty move. Jake must have felt it, but he did nothing. Feigning ignorance, as they always do.I brought my hand to my pussy. I was wet.Karissa leaned in to whisper in Jake's ear. This was it. She reached a hand under him and he shifted his weight to allow her access to his penis. He rolled over and she was straddling him, his dick already hard.Karissa flattened her body onto him, kissing him. I hadn't taught her. I used to stay in a rented house and my bedroom window used to face another apartment. Being a bachelor, I would usually wear only shorts and after bathing wud come out nude and change. One day I noticed a lady in the balcony opposite who was staring at me while I came out. Luckily that day I was wearing a towel. I just smiled at her and then went to another room to change.After this I noticed that she wud frequently be there in the balcony in the morning. One night I had come back from a party. And just in case that doesn't make me look quite foolish enough, I have a towering conical cap on my head that reads DUNCE in block letters. And "dunce" is a gentle term for what I feel like as I write on the blackboard, the chalk screeching in my fumbling fingers. My mistress has written my assignment across the top: 10 THINGS SISSIES DO. I can feel my face reddening as I scratch words out across the board: SISSIES WEAR PANTIES, I have written, and SISSIES WEAR PINK. I am just finishing.