.." Fred said, as he slipped the shirt over his head, anyway."Yep. It will smell faintly of you and your cologne. Might even have a few pheromones if ...I do this," she said with a grin as she trapped the shirt tight against his underarms for a moment. "Okay, give it back to me." Baby, that seems a little gross. It might smell of sweat," he said as he pulled the shirt back over his head."Nonsense. You've been sitting in there with the air conditioner running, and besides, you only had the shirt on. North Park Primary didn’t spend a lot of time encouraging pupils; it tended not to be carrot and stick, just stick. He remembered the sports he’d enjoyed – running and jumping; and the one he didn’t – football. Mr Large was a paedophile, he had no doubt of that. It had never affected him because he wasn’t in the team; but a few of the boys mentioned him ‘helping’ them with their shorts. He wasn’t as predatory as some, Terence didn’t think any boys were really damaged by a bit of stroking –. Her hands glided downmy blouse, slowly down to my Lycra skirt and she ever so lightlyswept her hands across my rock hard cock encased in Lycra."Well, I see you are ready to go too!" she whispered, and beforeI got uncontrollably excited, she glanced her hands down mystockings and over my shoes. The sound of PVC crackling as shemoved, and the sensation of her PVC encased hands as they sweptacross my entire body took me to an entirely new level of eroticstimulation. I was more turned on than I had. . and by her subsequent teasing! I knewthat if I became erect again, it-would raise the front of my black silkminiskirt and those ruffled petties up to the point of Immodesty, so Itried hard to forget that recent arousal and concentrate on my presentembarrassing predicament: tied up in a Window all dressed in Maid'sFinery..., arms and elbows bound in breast-thrusting discomfort... atthe total mercy of a sexy woman who thought I enjoyed it... gagged andunable to speak... balancing uncertainly on.