1. Trust


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

    door. Trust my luck. One of my more attractive, and fluff-headed, students. &#034Oh, sorry,&#034 Nancy said, &#034we were just discussing what to do for dinner.&#034 She looked at me mischievously. &#034Pizza then... first?&#034 I got my breath back a few minutes later and invited the student, who looked a little puzzled, to sit down. Nancy was right, though. I suppose I acted a bit distracted. Every once in a while, I'd shift, and feel the draft, and glance down; at other moments I caught myself about to put my feet on the floor. I resolved to build a little wooden screen to go around the front and sides of my desk. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. At five, Nancy called, laughing, to say she'd been delayed, maybe an hour or so. At six-fifteen, she called again to say she was on her way, as soon as she finished up one last thing. By seven-thirty, when she finally arrived, I was in agony. Not emotional, this time. But I seriously needed to go to the bathroom. I blew out an enormous sigh of relief when she showed up, and then doubled over slightly. &#034Sorry I'm late,&#034 she said, cheerfully, then paused, looking at me. &#034Is something wrong?&#034 &#034I hafta go t'the bathroom,&#034 I gritted. She burst out laughing. I had to strangle my temper. &#034Well, come on, then,&#034 she said. &#034You can change in the bathroom.&#034 &#034Ngh!&#034 That was to emphasize the orders to the nerves that controlled sphincters. &#034Nancy, don't. Please, just don't. If one ...
    of the other faculty, or even some student happened to be there, I'd be out of a job. So please just give me my pants, okay?&#034 She hesitated, frowning. Then smiled. &#034I'll keep guard for you. There's nobody in any of the offices on this hall, though, I already checked.&#034 She opened the door. I hadn't managed to pick one from the withering comments I'd thought of, when she turned back to say, &#034Hall's clear. I'll wait for you outside the ladies' room.&#034 &#034I... Nancy!&#034 I got to my feet, carefully, since I was sloshing like an overloaded tanker. The ladies' room? Forget it! I stuck my head cautiously around the door, saw her at the corner, and whispered fiercely, &#034Nancy!&#034 I *couldn't* shout. I heard her footsteps fading down the hall. &#034Damn, damn, damn, damn,&#034 I whispered, like a litany, as I tried to tiptoe down the hall. The heels seemed unnaturally loud. I slipped them off, and then it was a bit easier. She was there, outside the door, though. I tried to glare at her, but it might have just been a wounded look. Slipped inside, white-faced and shaking. At least I'd learned how to pee in a skirt -- sitting, that is. A pair of pants appeared over the door of the stall. Women's pants, I discovered. High-waisted, narrow-ankled, and pleated, with the zipper in the back. I finished, opened the stall door, and found her by the sinks. &#034Not funny, Nancy. Can I have my real pants, now?&#034 &#034The sun is already going down, Lee,&#034 she said. ...
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