In a few minutes Heather was entering the room to Ms Johnson's history class.Ms Johnson was busy with some other parents, so Heather took the opportun...ity to look around. Apparently the kids were studying World War Two, there were several projects showing maps and campaigns and models of various weapons. There was even a mobile of various planes used during the conflict."Pretty impressive, isn't it?" said a voice behind Heather.She turned to see a man in his forties. He had thinning sandy hair. I stroked your cock until it was even harder, as my other hand snaked around you to rub your cheeks. We thought you’d come then, far too soon, and released you. She pulled out her makeup kit and began shaping your face to match ours. I took the outfit from my bag and started sliding heavenly red satin panties up your legs. I told you how good it would feel when you wore them – and let me slide them into place, giving your engorged dick a stroke as I smoothed them. I was soaking wet as I watched. I go to local Model Railway Exhibitions, but I had never seen Mr Rogers at any of them. I used to read his magazines when I did my round, before I delivered to him. It was ok when it was dry but if it was raining I had to go to the bus shelter and read them in the dry so they didn’t get wet and spoil. It saved me over six pounds each month as I never had to buy them.One Saturday, when I got to his bungalow, there was a note on the door asking me to knock. He did this sometimes when he had to. I heard the keys to the jail and my heart jumped knowing paul had come to get me but when the officer came in and asked me to strip down i refused to do such a thing he told me once more but with more authority this time again i refused the the officer walked up to me and ripped the top of my shirt and told me i would strip one way or the other i was so scared that i agreed to strip off my clothes and did just that but when he tried to bend me over for a cavity search i had had enough and told.