I knew that she was horny as well after reliving her evening. I loved hearing of her evening, and I wanted and needed more self-torture. “So, I wa... thinking,” I softly said, “I want you to be totally honest with me baby.” “About what?” Sara asked. My voice was shaky as I continued, "Well, you now look at yourself as Doug's wife, don't you?" “I am Doug’s wife,” she continued, “I am his wife, not yours, his!” I smiled, “Yes, you are his.” “You, are my cuck,” Sara smiled, “He is my husband,. Oops, this could look awkward so Imoved away from him and said, "Thank you so much, Mr Michaels, I couldhave fallen badly there." Erm, that's OK Nicole, let me introduce you to Miss Williams, ourtemporary Deputy Principal."Miss Williams? No, it can't be, she would have to be over a hundred yearsold by now. I turned and my heart sank. It was the old dragon, looking asmean as ever. Miss Williams, my teacher in fifth grade.Shit, shit, shit, please, not her, I thought. She had made every day ofmy. "You haven't insulted me a single time in the 45 seconds since you came through that door."Brin's apprehension disappeared at her dad's words, and she hugged him tighter as she tilted her head up to look at him."I can be reeeeaaaally nice when I want to be," she said coyly, her regular playfulness returning. She stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss her dad on the cheek, and at the last possible second moved enough to plant her lips right on the edge of his mouth.Tom felt something almost, well,. She moved her ass, as she unzipped her tight Levi jeans. She slid them down her legs and kicked them off her feet. She was dancing in a red lacy pair of panties, and bra. Reaching behind her she unsnapped her bra and revealed two beautiful tits with perky hard nipples both were pierced. I watched as she pulled the rings in her tits, and worked her hands down to her pussy. She continued to dance as the music changed and her hand found her little pussy, she rubbed her cunt through her tight red.