My heels clicked loudly along the empty corridor, my short plaid skirt bounced against my pert cheeks and upper thighs. The College Principal had requested I see her in her office; but why after everyone else had gone home?
Then a thought came to me and I felt a chill in my exposed mid-riff. Did she know my secret? The one I kept hidden deep in my black cotton panties?
Then a thought came to me and I felt a chill in my exposed mid-riff. Did she know my secret? The one I kept hidden deep in my black cotton panties?
Other books by Paul Zante
Brought to you by the smart people at
