In fact, they were just the same as I remembered them. My mom loves them, hopping from table to table, talking to all of her friends. She forced me to...join her for some of it, wanting to introduce me to certain friends. I’m not sure if it was showing me off, trying to get me to network. Either way, I kept checking on my phone, counting down the minutes until it was over. The bad news is that it was nowhere near over, luckily Luke showed up and I made an excuse to get away from my mom. We ate. Mistress Danielle said, "Oh yes! Good slave! Goooood slave!" sheexclaimed.Penelope began gyrating harder against my face. I was unable tocontinue to watch Debbie. Penelope was beginning to ride the phallusextending from my face with earnestness. My own cock was throbbingwith pain due to being constrained within its tight cage. Regina Raeand Carla stood by, watching with pride as their slaves worked tobring their hostesses to orgasm.I glanced sideways toward to Debbie to check on her. She walked in to class this morning heels clicking announcing her arrival before she reached the door. She was the only student of his to wear heels everyday, he assumed to compensate for her tiny stature. After all she couldn’t have been more than 5 foot and weighing no more than 110 lbs. She walked in this morning wearing a tight skirt and a loose button up shirt with the top three buttons left open. Her black bra was slightly visible through the crisp white shirt. Her hair fell down her. "Oops!" giggled Simon, "It usually does that in the mornings before I getup." Can I touch it?" asked Dorie Lou as her curiosity increased.At only seven years old, Simon was totally innocent of the real functionof a stiff pee-pee. So he nodded unabashed."OK."Still crouched down, Dorie Lou fingered the stiff little rod through thesilky panties and she giggled as Simon jerked."Oh!" squeaked Simon, "That's nice!" How does it do that?" giggled Dorie Lou."I don't know. But it's nice. Your panties.