Why can't you?" I do realize that you're in the seventh grade now, but..." I waved my hand down and up again encompassing her outfit."You wouldn't com...plain if Tami wore this."I grinned, enjoying the picture of Tami dressed this way. "When was the last time you saw Tami dress like a... ?" I wanted to say slut, but decided against it. "Or Robbie? Or Mikee for that matter?" Paula does." Paula's a junior and a different person." You can't tell me how to dress." I..." Damn, she was right. But I. I ignored, after another message in another 2 days I asked: who is dis? She told “Shweta” (name changed). After inquiring, she told by mistake it has come to me. After one week after that, I sent a forward message. All started like this and we became friends and used to chat a lot.After some days of chatting, we started to talk, but normal friendly talks. After some days of talks, one fine day, I asked her what she is wearing, she told “dress”. I had boozed that day, so I asked her that we can. The affect was again immediate. “Oh my God what are you doing to me?” she cried. “Oh shit ,” she screamed, her body shaking as if in an earthquake. I kept up my ministrations and she kept cumming. Now I opened my eyes and looked at her face. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes were clinched tightly shut, her head back and her body arched, and her moaning a constant scream. I kept working my routine until finally she cried. “Stop, please. 00 dollars right here on the desk, what would you do to get it!?!" Nancy had by now quit crying and for the first time sensed that there might be a way out her problem. Looking into Blair Winters eyes for even a hint of what she had in mind, Nancy slowly answered, "Well, I guess I'd do just about anything, as long as it was legal, you know, not against the law or anything!" "A reasonable answer," Blair replied, "I would never ask you to do anything i*****l, but on the other hand, it might be,.