"I don't have one," I told her, "I'm a commuter." Oh you silly girl, you're a little, you can't be a commuter..." Herface began to look different and ...colder, "Are you lying because youalready earned a demerit and a spanking from your Nest Hen?" Pardon me Miss, but I live with my adopted Mommy and she has it okayedthrough the university? Please look up my information?"She narrowed her eyes, but took her phone and took a quick picture of mewith it. "Stacy Westerfield?"I nodded, "Yes Ma'am." Well. Ilsa handed me a blackleather dress with a built in corset. The dress had three straps in thefront with a zipper down the back. It was cut to show off my nipples andits rings. There was shoulder straps for helping to perfect posture. Istepped into the dress. Ilsa helped pulled the dress up over my body. Ifelt the leather slide over my skin, making me horny. I slide my arms inthe shoulder straps as Ilsa zipped the back of the dress. Ilsa walked infront of me and tighten the straps, forcing my. "Don't bother with that shit, bitch." I grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the side of the pool table. She shrieked, but I knew what she wanted. I reached down, pulled her dress up over her back, and ripped off her panties. I held her down with one hand on the back of her neck, and with the other managed to get my pants undone. Once I did that I thrust the hand up between her legs -- damn! She was dripping wet!Then I grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed my cock up against. We live in an apartment. Her name is Lakshmi. She is married and has two children’s. Her husband was also working in a software company. So, we both got in touch with each other and exchanged few words. She lived in the flat opp. to us.Initially, it started like this. We exchanged smile between each other whenever we saw. Even though, she is in early 30’s she looked so sexy, with size 36 32 38. She started visiting our house frequently along with her infant child. So, whenever I got chance, I.