Betsy insisted that she do something with my hair and I allowed her to layer it and trim my bangs. It still tied back, but was much more feminine when...brushed out. I even allowed her to shape my brows a little bit. No one at school or home said anything, so I guessed I still went unnoticed. But the truth is I wouldn't have known. I really floated through the rest of the week. I was in love with Michael's body. The band was working Saturday night, so our romance together would be limited to. Now on the American's Independence Day, they were being invaded and their independence wouldn't last long. Mussolini had given 60 days for the North American continent to fall. Brazilian troops had completely over run Central America and were outside Mexico City now. Mexico fell on 6 July, Canada on 30 July but the Americans were more stubborn and held out until 1 September when Paul Smith, the President of the United States surrendered to Field Marshal Rommel in Chicago, the new capital. On. My cubicle door slowly opened and I saw Master's familiar face. He turned me slightly then pulled an open gag tight around my head which held my mouth open in an O with a ring in the centre. Master had used this before on me and I knew he was expecting oral sex. With the gag in place there would be no choice he could enter my mouth as he wished. He pulled me back out into the centre of the room, I could see two guys wanking each other and a much older guy was playing with himself while watching. She didn't resist and let my hands do their work. Momentarily I let my left hand drop to the front of her panties and rubbed my thumb up and down her camel toe feeling her wetness start to seep through the cloth and begin to leave a wet stain. Going down to my knees I put my lips to the growing wet patch and sucked at her juices while she moved her legs slightly apart giving me access to her pussy and room to draw-down her panties which I did slowly, peeling them down from the rear and allowing.