Ishaved again and changed from my bra into a corselet with garters. Ihad decided to wear stockings that night. They would be a constantreminder of m... femininity and might be a fun surprise for Gary. Icertainly wasn't becoming a prudish woman!I put on a black full slip and then slid the stockings up my legs. Ihad become rather deft at hooking them up although I hadn't tried seamedstockings yet. I imagined keeping those straight would be a challenge.I put on my mules to protect the stockings. Later Mr. Rampton told us that computers do the work, but they’ll always need a person with common sense to know if it’s right. I have common sense, at least.Mr. Rampton’s appearance -- my height if I scrunched over, hair in need of a barber, usually the same sports coat -- might have explained him being single. Not gay or anything, as we know by how a guy talks to us. Mr. Rampton was actually funny sometimes, but most missed it. He was quiet, for a teacher at least, but then again, some of us. So I kept massaging her legs, giving her relief as . I was sitting, and she laid for 20 minutes with one leg over my lap, getting a massage. The other one, she made me suck her feet.I was worshiping every part of the feet. I didn’t realize that her other leg was stroking my dick slowly! When I came in senses and felt the pleasure on my dick, I was instantly hard. I was in pleasure, and she started stroking my dick with both her feet.What a sight it was. Imagine a hot juicy thick woman having. I started to pump her face longer and deeper holding her head just the way I needed to. Her hands were rubbing her dripping hole feverishly."Spit on it. Make it wetter. I want it sloppy and nasty." I held my cock in my hand and she spit on it. I slapped her face with my wet dick. "Again." She spit on it again and again I slapped it across her face. "Spit on it again." She did as she was told and I shoved it in her mouth. I began to fuck her face in earnest. I held her under her chin told her to.