"She looked at me, not sure of what to say, "Maybe I should let you go by yourself. I don't want to be a third wheel."I looked at her saying, "I don't... want to meet him alone."She giggled, "What's the matter, you afraid of him?" No, I'm not afraid of him, but I am afraid of what might be said, if I'm seen drinking alone with him."She smiled, "I understand what you're saying, I was only kidding with you, I'll be glad to join you."As we worked, I told Donna what he'd said when he was at the booth,. Every angle was covered by automated cameras; his punishment would not go un-witnessed by any female with access to the humblest of TV's; his suffering would be cherished and enjoyed long after he was gone. His anus tingled continuously in its enhanced state of fear, held open by the wicked plug; it clenched all the more but could not dilate as the jeering women made it quite plain he was to be shown no mercy. How they enjoyed watching his yellow tail swing as he waddled on all fours, his. I wonder if she had truly made a mistake or if she had given it to me intentionally and was now having second thoughts as to the consequences of her actions."Would you care to explain, Sylvia?"She remains silent, refusing to look at me as she rolls up the paper in her hands."You weren't supposed to see this." She said in a quiet voice "We ... some of the girls I'm friends with ... we wanted to share our fantasies about our favorite teachers but we were afraid of sending them through e-mail. ”Under the pile of skirts were half a dozen tops, all see-through to one degree or another. Wearing the least see-through one I could still see my areolas and nipples. After I’d tried them all on I took the last one off and for some strange reason, got back on the pedestal.“I’ll take the lot Celeste; they’re amazing; how do you manage to know what I will like?”“For starters, I knew your mother. Then you have to remember that I was your age once; and finally, I watch a lot of fashion TV and news.