"So, she doesn't know..." Dad was standing there, holding the corkscrew in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, and trying to sort it out."Katrina... both of my ... our parents..." I corrected myself with a smile, " ... are my new submissives. They're still learning, especially Slave-Daddy." Uhhh ... heh," my dad cleared his throat and nodded. "I guess she knows now." I understand," Katrina reassured him. "You love our Mistress, like I do. Can I ... Should I ... call you Daddy?" You have to,". Besides, you and I both know how wet it makes you. You are probably drenched from art class already. What’s another hour of pussy flashing going to hurt?”Niki could not believe that Roach could really get away with this, but the way the teacher was studiously ignoring their corner, and the smirk on Mike’s face, she realized he obviously did have something. Some power. Some freedom that let him do what he wanted in this class now. Something must have changed, she thought. Otherwise he would have. The firstindication he had was when he actually felt the firstblast erupt into his throat, and what a blast it was,too! One of the most powerful he’d felt in ages andeach eruption after that was less and less powerfuluntil, finally it stopped and he was able to pull thehuge cock out of his mouth and lick and suck on theman’s balls until he was sure the older man wasfinished. Then he took the excess skin into his mouthand stabbed his tongue between that skin and the cockhead, laving. He produced his long hard cock from his trousers and put Sammy's other hand around his shaft. He looked down at the erotic sight of her small brown hand with her long slim fingers beginning to wank him slowly. He moaned quietly."Sammy, oh Sammy, that's lovely. Keep on doing that. I want to come all over your breasts soon."Harry knelt down in front of her. As soon as he did that Sammy sat forward and enveloped his cock between her breasts. Harry pumped his cock in her titty channel, gripping her.