Principle Lazlow walked back in front of the panic stricken young student, as Miss Violet returned to her place near the door. "Now my dear, you are s...ripped and exposed, how do you feel?" he asked her, as he looked at her small body. "Please, please sir. Don=t do anything else to me. I don=t want to be... to be..." she could not finish the thought. "You don=t want to be violated, to be ****d, to be used like a fuck toy?" the Principle asked as he stepped between her legs. "You feel fear." he. All of them have enormous erections in their hands stroking them slowly while watching me as I’m forced to display myself like a prize horse. I am led back to the center of the circle. The original two men come to my side then grab my dress and pull down in a fast jerking motion that causes the thin material to rip and fall to the ground around my ankles. Blood rushes through me heating my face and chest, horror follows the rush of embarrassment as I’m treated like a piece of meat put up for. .." she paused for a long, long time again. "I'm a man, a transvestite. I am sorry." She hung up. This was one of those moments where I was in suspended animation. The world continued its oblivious buzz around me, but I was still as a statue just sitting there. A million thoughts went through my head. I was confused, angry, bewildered. I sat there for about five minutes like that until my buddy Frank came by and slapped my back and said, "Wake up, staff meeting, come on!" I stood up and walked. Each time would cause a little gasp and her hips to spasm.As my tongue would travel between her large and distended pussy lips they would attempt to grasp my tongue. They clearly had a mind of their own.Soon her hips were in full rocking motion. She was attempting to gain the most stimulation of my tongue. I looked up to see her firm breasts swaying in rhythm to her moans. Sweat forming on her brow. Hands slithered down to direct my ministrations. Her head had begun to roll from side to side.As.