Tom replied, “Well sorry to burst you bubble sweetheart… but it’s not quite that big, although I have been complemented on it many times before.... I’ll even give you a peek, if you’d like.” Sara said something must have taken over her because the next thing she knew, she had placed her hand on the outside of his crotch and started to grab on the bulge that began to slowly grow harder from her touch. Within moments she was stroking the outline of his package that hanging deep down his left pant. The entire ensemble was so much tighter than his first foraysinto cross dressing.The sun had worked its way across the sky. He had watched the shadowsmove from midday to afternoon and then disappear. From his perch hewatched through the picture window as the streetlights came on.Eventually and with relief, he saw her headlights turn into the driveway,they briefly flashed on his form and he wondered again if anyone couldsee him.A few minutes later he heard the door open and the sounds of her. Actually, I didn't want to associate with the slut, knowing that she was once again the school punchboard.Rena now went out on weekends; she would be gone until Sunday evenings and sometimes I wouldn't see her until Monday at lunch. She would have rope burns on her wrists and ankles, and I could see hickeys on her tits and around her pussy as well. I hurt the most when she came in with welts across her front and back limping with a butt plug inserted in her ass. It was the largest one that I. “You listen to me, dammit,” she began, “you are going to write a letter of apology to me, my staff, and to Mr. Holcomb telling everyone how sorry you are you overreacted at something you thought you heard and something you thought you saw. You’re going to offer to pay for fixing everything—don’t even think I’m going to give you money to do that—and you’re going to say you’ll never come in the Holcomb Building ever again, DO YOU HEAR ME?”“My God,” I said softly, astounded by her arrogance. I.