Ms. Davis, the cute young dark-haired, tanned teacher, is sitting at her desk, legs spread wide, exposing her hairy bush to him. His erection is bendi...g to spring from his jeans. He moves trying to straighten his bent, cramped hard-on.“Earl, can you come to the board and show the class how to solve this problem?” Ms. Davis asks.Earl nervously stands, his erection forcing his jeans out. Embarrassed, he walks to the board. He stares at some mysterious equation on the chalkboard, when suddenly he. He towered over her despite her heels; drow males really were quite pathetic by comparison.“What is your name, slave?”“Um ... Weylin, mistress.”“Weylin,” she repeated, allowing her tongue to test the odd syllables. It certainly wasn’t the worse surfacer name she had ever heard. “And what is your female’s name?”He swallowed again as he turned and looked down upon the girl next to him. “Solemi, mistress.”“So, her family chose a darthiir name after all, then. Such a pity.” Varassa wrinkled her. As I got older my tastes got kinkier and kinkier. I have now been a submissive since my teen years and I just came to the extreme side of that. It all started a year ago when I started seeing a new mistress. She was into feminization so she started dressing me. I liked it ok as she would use dildos on me but what I really liked was being called names and made to go out in public. I found I liked the humiliation. She told me I would eventually start taking cock for her amusement and her. "Just drive someplace where we can park. You still have the bed we made up in the back." I glanced in the back. Donna and I slept back there for a few hours the night we drove down and then Rhonda slept back there part of the way home after Christmas. It was a little mussed, but was probably cleaner than my bed at the moment. I drove out into the country and chose a farm lane. One nice thing about this truck was it was high enough to go through some pretty deep snow and had rugged tires. As.