It had everything in it—her wallet, her keys, not to mention her expensive textbooks. Gladly. Anal sex There was silence. Marie stared, fascinated. She threw her arms around his legs and hugged herself to them. She quieted her breathing as much as she could and strained to listen, hoping desperately to hear the sound of his returning footsteps. He looked up. She squealed and shook her head desperately, but she cried, “I’m—I’ve been a very bad girl, Sir!” Her voice broke. She heard his door open and close, and for a heart-stopping moment was afraid he was going to leave here there. “So I think you deserve something nicer than this.” He loosened his belt from around her neck and lifted it over her head. When he pulled away there was a twinkle in his eye as he added, “But aren’t you glad we are?”
Marie sobbed again, but this time with relief, and she smiled at him through her tears. He smiled to reassure her, then his face was serious again as he said, “Take off your shirt.”
She did, showing him the pretty, pink push-up bra that matched her panties.
