"What color is your hair?" he asked. He couldn't tell, she had it up under a thick hairnet designed to keep it confined under the wig she'd worn."None... of your fucking business, pervert. Now, let's try this again. What's your name?" She stood behind him, pressing the barrel of the gun against his back and urging him forward until he was pressed against the thin metal door."David." David ... what?" What color is your hair?" he asked her again, cocking his head slowly to the side as he looked at. I'm getting turned on. I think I want him to like me.What?I feel my cock stir. I feel it stir in my underwear. No... that's notright. I feel my cock stir in my bikini bottoms! My bikini bottoms! Iforgot to change my underwear! My hands fly to my waistband and I feelthe bows gathered there. Oh my god! I'm still wearing the string bikinibottoms. I crash to a seat on my bed.He looks at me a moment and opens his mouth to answer. He stammers for amoment and places his hand against the wall for. ’ Sharon said. ‘Well. Don’t work too hard.’ Glancing at her watch, she noted she should have been upstairs 5 minutes ago. She knew Mr. Connelly didn’t like tardiness. Quickening her step, she reached the elevator door, pushing the button for up. Sharon stepped onto the elevator and reached over to push the 9th floor. A moment later, the doors opened and she walked to Mr. Connelly’s door, knocking gently. ‘Come in!’ said Mr. Connelly. Sharon opened the door, entered and sat down. ‘Good. He fucked her like this for almost ten minutes before speeding up. He could feel his orgasm building, but he didn't want it to end quite yet. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her back toward him, lifting her chest off of his desk. Candy moaned as John lifted her tight shirt, fully exposing her large breasts to the classroom. He grabbed her titflesh and squeezed hard, massaging and pulling on her mounds, then tweaking her nipples. Candy felt herself on the verge of orgasm again and then, as.