"Now get to thefucking ruined orgasms or you'll have nothing but ruined orgasms for therest of the year!" Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am," Prissy answered...obediently and thendemonstrated her subservience with a well-executed curtsy."Mistress Amanda led us downstairs into the training room in the basement,large multi-purpose area with some imposing furniture that was designedto torment sissies and submissive males, including two inspection tablessimilar to the ones they have in doctor's offices,. I looked at Jason and said, “Oh, you want more,” and pulled the bow-tie on the halter-top strap on my back. That didn’t expose much more, but it was sexually suggestive.That got the teens into it so as I danced, the teenage boys in the room started chanting, “More, more, more.” Jason just sat there with a grin. I pulled the other bow-tie behind my back and my halter top fell to the floor. I turned around and pressed my ass up against Jason and then stepped back, dancing sexually.The teens were. My mouth is on yours in a flash, and your hand caresses my hard on through my jeans.We grope at each other, you fumbling at my zip and my belt, my hands slipping inside your t-shirt, and to the top of your stockings, running my hands through your hair – so much I want to touch, but spoilt for choice! .There is no foreplay here, we just want to have sex.My hands pull down your knickers in one move. You push me off so that you can get my belt undone.Against one of the walls of the loo, there is a. . ,” I groaned as my precum leaked out and I felt my release drawing near, especially inside that wet, warm twat of hers.“Fuck, yeah!” Summer declared as she got closer to her orgasm as well, her position making it easier for her to use me to get to that point.I found my hands wandering to Summer’s ass and she seemed to really revel in that fact, moaning a bit more whenever I caressed her buns. She also stuck her tits in my face repeatedly, reminding me that they were mine to play with as well..