I opened the bedroom door and Chief ran out. Choosing my clothes was now different. Selecting a bikini with ties at the side might be easer to get out...of when I was down on all fours. Looking out the bathroom window I saw Chief running around in the backyard. My mom must have let him out. The noise of a car told me that my mom had left for work. She stopped saying goodbye to her moody daughter.Opening the patio door I looked around. Chief was nowhere in sight. Disappointed I stepped out side. She made good money herself, hustling tips from the old guys who hung around the bar all day and night, pretending to be big spenders when she let them get an eyeful of her ripe body. She would sometimes balance two draft beers on her tits and walk across the room to deliver them like that. She'd get a big round of applause when she did it too.This is what my father left my mother for, walking away from a marriage that had lasted longer than his new girlfriend had been alive almost. I knew that. A disturbing consequence of her on and off romance with Jason Jones was that she had been made aware of rumours going around that she and some of her shipmates had been, and may still be, Barrack Room Bettys. She suspected that Jason had leaked the rumour to get back at her.Whilst at HMS Raleigh Mike worked hard at his studies and only took Michele out of the closet when the urge became irresistible. Then she would find a cheap boarding house or hotel near a tranny friendly venue and find some. Then he and the rest of the males in the school fucked her. Over two hundred males fucked her through out the weekend many of her fellow male teachers taking turns putting their cocks into one of her three holes. When Monday came they dressed her in her sexy outfit and sat her behind her desk. The girls had shoved a small vibrating toy into her anus and another in her pussy. They were remote controlled by the leader of the group of girls. Through out the day she caused the teacher to have.