‘You’re good at your job,’ he stated. She laughed. ‘That’s why they call me the diva.’ His eyebrow went up in question, and she added, ‘...es, really.’ She leaned towards him and said conspiratorially, ‘I don’t think it’s necessarily a compliment.’ ‘If everyone loves you, you’re not getting anywhere,’ he advised. She held up crossed fingers. ‘I applied for a new position, so I’ll be testing that theory.’ She smiled. ‘As scintillating as I’m sure this is for you, let’s talk about something more. The evening of the last day was the formal. Jason was proud of hisfully formed breasts so he wore a backless gown with deep d?colletageand shiny stockings. Trent and the others were similar but some passedit off better than others. In particular Jason's dancing lessons paidoff and he was possibly the best on the floor. At then end of eachdance he would close with a pirouette and a curtsy to his partner,which always brought a laugh.The evening came to an end, some speeches were made, then Mrs. Even more beneficial in my opinion was the leather monoglove holding her arms in a merciless grip. It was one of my severest models, running all the way up to her shoulders before sending out straps around her chest. Fully laced like it was now, it made her elbows touch. I normally didn't use this kind on fresh trainees, but, oh boy, did she look hot in it! Shoulders bent backwards to the utmost, arms neatly stowed away, her full breasts pushed out.Not that she was in need of it. Especially. She looked back over her shoulder at us as she let the dress fall to the floor. Her magnificent ass was on display and I felt a renewed surge in my cock. She turned back around revealing a matching low cut bra. She began prowling again, and then she started to speak. “Are you boys getting nice and hard for me? Have you got your hard cocks out yet and giving them a stroke? Are you ladies getting all hot and wet? Are your lips and clits all nice and slippery? I wish I could see how turned on you.