...........Dexter was in his mother's bedroom where she had him try on one of herdresses."It looks just fine Dexter," his mother said admiring the pin..., white,and black dress."No it doesn't mom. It's a dress. I'm a guy. I feel stupid wearingthis thing." Oh hush Dexter. Turn around and let me see the back."Dexter turned."I think wearing my dresses will do for now. This is one of myfavorite dresses." She looked him over again. "A padded bra, will fillit out the dress here," she said patting his. He climb on top, leaning over her. He put the beads on the side, then taking his hands and putting them under her ass, lifting it up so he could put the beads in. Hayly kept shaking her head. “No… please. Not there. Please God not there.” Dale took the beads, and slowly started slipping them into her virgin asshole, one by one. The beads were a medium size, so it wasn’t enough to hurt her too bad. Hayly whimpered again, crying and screaming through the gag, but not of what was screamed or cried. If it was possible to deduce someone’s personality based on their looks, Ms. York was what I could only describe as deep. This woman had something to hide: an air of melancholy was present in her every gesture. She looked stern with her stoic, almost unmoving face. ‘Welcome to European Literature, a first year introduction English class.’ Her voice had a slight accent (German—I was right) and it was firm yet feminine. Sure, it didn’t have any of the seductive charm of Ms. Maynard, but it did. Smirking, I continue dancing my fingers around the edges of your nipples.When you start thrusting your chest up to meet my strokes, I slip my hands beneath the fabric and push upwards, finally freeing your globes with a small bounce from each.In no time at all, your bra is unsnapped, and with shaking hands you pull it the rest of the way free, tossing it to join your shirt once it's clear."Now that is a nice sight," I muse as my fingers start dancing around your pointed buds.You turn slightly.