Sissy called Jezebel Part XLIII - We return to fair Templeton Academy:where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are crushed intosubmission, wh...re the big rivalry football game against Sackler is aboutto start. Jezzie has a lot to do. Alistair wasn’t in much better shape, only reluctantly leaving the warmth of our little cocoon. I had the worst of it, though; I’d fallen asleep with the towel on my head, and by morning my hair was an unholy mess, tangled into large knots and curling crazily. Resigned to having to repeat the bath later, I scooped the whole mop into an untidy bun and swore at my tired reflection in my little mirror.I found Greagoir and his templars, mages, and Tranquil eating breakfast in the main dining. I heard six more whooshes, six splats and six loud gasps, from Hannah. They were more spaced out and I got the feeling Zoe was rubbing her bottom between strokes, but from the sound of the whoosh I reckoned they were good hard strokes and Hannah’s gasp was real. When it was over there was a period of silence broken only by shallow sobs from Hannah. I knew Zoe was rubbing her bottom again. I just heard my daughter say “still wet huh?” My penis stiffened again, touching the wall and. He pushed her back onto the table top, her arse on the nearest edge, and with a grunt he mounted her, hammering his hips and his prick inward till her mons crashed against his and his balls clattered against her ring-piece! It was not a one of… thin and boyish his penis might have been and not anywhere as long as her ex, it was doing the business for her, he must have been reading up how to do it… on line perhaps, as with no finesse but with energy that made up for it he hammered that prick.