I loved to stroke her, to touch her skin anywhere really, to feel it glide under my fingertips. She had the most touchable skin I’ve ever felt, and ... made it a point to touch her regularly, constantly even. She was dressed plainly today, a pair of black cotton shorts she wore for exercise or to do chores around the house, and a blue V-neck shirt. Both were modest and simple, but flattered her curves, which I enjoyed. She had her hair piled up and tied back atop her head. Her silver slave collar. "Hi Joney, your mom told me all about you." I wondered what my mom might have told her. This was sounding more permanent. I sat down in the chair and pulled the desk to me. I made sure I should keep me legs together, so boys won't see my panties. It was impossible to cross my legs under one of these school desks. The bell rang as the rest of the kids in the class rolled in. All of them looked at me as they came in. Some of the "in" group giggled in the back. "Quiet class, I have a few. "Hesitate again and I swear to God this will come to an abrupt end."I looked down at his leg and could see a huge welt already coming up, Lord did that feel good!He got the picture and started to put the skirt on and bra. I was surprised at how close Tammy and I had got to his size, but Tammy had bought several dresses and shoes for Bob in the past during his "not gay, but fucking some guy in the ass sessions"!Steve slipped the shoes on as his cock raised the skirt up."Well you are enjoying my. Despite his apparent disdain for what I was doing, my husband presented himself like a White Knight coming to my rescue. He waved his hands. “Meatloaf! Meatloaf! This is too much for your Mom!”Some princesses don’t want to be rescued. My daughter Anna told me that once when we were watching Mulan, and it gave me some comfort because I wanted Stefan to leave us alone and let us finish even though my son was choking the crap out of me!I was finding it hard to breathe and gasping as my son.