1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the belt gave the game away, so I didn't wear it. &#034Nancy,&#034 I said, with exaggerated patience, &#034if I take off my jacket, I look like I'm wearing a blouse. Right?&#034 I slipped it down my shoulders, to make the sleeves visible. I wasn't about to *give* it to her. I was trying to figure out how to make her give me the pants back. &#034And I can hardly meet students wearing a skirt!&#034 I grabbed a couple handfuls of skirt and flipped it at her. &#034That is, unless you've decided to make a fool of me and dump me,&#034 I blurted, then bit my lip. I was pretty sure that that was what she would eventually do, but there was no point in giving her ideas, and she didn't like it when I said things like that. This time, though, she ignored that outburst. She looked around my office. My desk was in the exact center of the room, facing the door, with a couch and a chair for students facing it, beside the door. She walked up to the desk, leaned down, and banged on the front of it. &#034Do you know what this is? It's called a modesty panel. So nobody can look up a secretary's skirt.&#034 She smiled winsomely. &#034Or a professor's. All you have to do is sit behind your desk, and nobody will know, will they?&#034 I walked around the desk... tap, tap, tap, went the heels, and you walk different in heels, and it made me uncomfortable to be doing it somewhere outside Nancy's house... and looked. &#034They'll see my shoes,&#034 I argued. &#034And my ankles,&#034 I added, hastily, ...
    since shoes just meant she'd give me back mine. Lace stockings don't much resemble socks, though. She smiled. My heart fell. She'd been in my office before. She walked around to my chair and sat down, feet under the desk. &#034Sit down and tell me what you see,&#034 she said. I sat. Stewed. &#034Nothing,&#034 I grumbled. There was a footrest attached to the inside of the modesty panel. She gave me one of those heartbreakingly sweet smiles. &#034Oh, Lee, don't look so tragic! You need a couple of nice office skirts. I know you; you're going to be making a lump in your skirt the whole time, especially if some cute little undergraduate comes in to sob her heart out over your cruelty. No one will know but you, and you'll get a secret thrill from sitting there, so professional on the surface, and so feminine underneath! Well? Won't you?&#034 I gulped. It still made me nervous to admit this sort of stuff to someone else. Hell, I hadn't been able to admit it to myself all that well, until recently. I settled on a nod. &#034Then change skirts again, dear, so I can go exchange that one. And relax. You told me nobody ever comes in on office hours.&#034 She took the tags out of the pink skirt for me. I was trembling when I sat down, and anxiously asked her to make sure that nothing was visible, once I put my feet up. Leaving, her hand on the doorknob, she said, &#034Don't worry, Lee. I'll be back in a couple hours, and bring you some pants.&#034 I missed that phrasing. She opened the ...
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