So many times ...
So many times I'd end up dressed like this with ankle socks on stood in the corner.
So many times I shouldn't have read the message pleasantly enquiring which panties and socks I'd chose that day, how the cotton felt, how quickly it was arousing me.
So many times the suggestion sent me into the corner of the room hands above my head, stood on tip toes nipples pressed against the wall, arousal multiplying at the suggestion to slide my sweatpants down so my panties were on show the embaressment at fever pitch.
So many times the arousal and embaressment would overwhelm, making things hazey as suggestions of being watched from behind or an unwanted hand simply patting me on my underwear from behind.
So many times I'd be on the verge of losing control and the suggestions would all stop I'd hazily go back to my day highly embarrassed, aroused, confused for hours to come.
So many times as I'd start to recover another message would arrive ... So many times I shouldn't have read the message ... So many times the haze flooded back over me ... So many times I'd walk back to the corner and drop my sweatpants to my knees ... So many times ...
A.
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