"YESSSSSS" you hiss between your teeth, as you manage to ride the finial shard of your wet dream, into an incredible orgasm. Slowly you open your eyes... almost blinded by the blue sky above you, with the mild shadow of the tree doing little to help you look around. But your hands ….. are still holding your prince. You raise your head, only to see your "dream" prince between your legs, kissing your tingling pussy."This is clearly now what I was expecting when I went out this morning" you tell. There were tall, thin and willowy blondes; short, dumpy brunettes, a few ladies who were old enough to be the matrons of the group, and quite a few very beautiful ladies as well. One stand out girl had a head-full of auburn hair, with green eyes, a dynamite smile, and a revealing Kelly-green dress to match. When she was on the dance floor, there were a few studs-in-waiting around her, moving a shaking in an attempt to catch her eye. As I sipped my drink, my eyes just wandered the room. It was. " This kind of explicit and almost clinical talk both humiliates me and drives me crazy with need. My hips began to buck towards my fingers, my cunt and ass clenching as I began to feel my orgasm building. "Stop!" he ordered. I whimpered but complied. My ability to back off from impending orgasm has improved over the year. I know this makes him proud. I was so undisciplined at first, frequently coming without permission and suffering increasingly painful and humiliating punishments until I. "He turned to face my mother. "When Mrs. Chamberlain called me onSaturday night, I was only too happy to help. We will do everythingpossible to make sure your son's secret is protected. However, we areprimarily a religious and educational institution, and he will have toabide by our rules in return." I am sure that you will have no trouble from Elise," my mother said.Monsignor Tully turned to me. "Only two people in the entire schoolwill know your true identity," he said. "Myself, and Sister.