Caught by Mr. Peterson Part II
He moved his hand away and unzipped his pants. I looked at him to see if he was serious.
I smiled nervously and walked into his car. As I stepped in I made sure to keep my blazer closed; if he saw cum on my shirt I’d be dead. Dave looked at me as he put his car in gear, “You look like hell, what happened?” Something told me he already knew but I lied anyways, “It’s a really long and embarrassing story, but now I’m locked out for the weekend. Mind if I spend the night?” Dave smiled at me, but instead of answer...