"However, perhaps later--?" You try to say something, but only muffled noises emerge from the gag. "If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the ga...g..." You nod your head. He smiles again. "Well...let's just wait a bit shall we?" He reaches down, takes your nipples between his fingers and thumbs, twirls them firmly, but not painfully, twisting them back and forth until they begin to harden and protrude. "You have nice breasts," he remarks, cupping them, squeezing them, feeling the. So, I got stuck in this small room with a big sink, an old like industrial dishwasher, and just an absolute fuck ton of dirty dishes. And I just spent hours in that room cleaning dishes by myself because people would just send the dishes in on a conveyer belt, so no one ever even came in the room. So, one day I was just in there cleaning the dishes—oh wow that feels good.” She broke from her story as Kevin went particularly fast on her warm little clit, chasing it around with two of his fingers. " Oh, yeah, great," I said and she wrote down her address.At four, I pulled into her driveway, there were two cars there, I suppose her husband was home as well.She answered the door and invited me inside."Come into the living room and have a seat, I'll get it, it's in my bedroom."I turned to go in the living room and there was my ninth grade history teacher, Ms. Lynch, sitting on the sofa."Hi, Ms. Lynch, remember me, Russell Bryan?" Of course, Russell, how have you been?" Oh, good, I just need. As I opened my door, a few seconds after, she was standing there; towel wrapped around her, with visible breast and body shape, wet hair, most of her legs visible and an uninviting expression on her face. She first blamed me for watching her, asked why I didn’t use the other toilets in the house and called me names and all. I didn’t know what to say; I was feeling really guilty. Though I was feeling guilty and wondering what I could say, I was also imagining what could be under that towel and.