I lube up and slowly penetrate with 2 fingers this time, while also slipping pinky and ring finger in her pussy. She howled in ecstasy as I massaged h...r from the inside. She would yell, "oh god it feels so good." Finally I insert 3 fingers side by side and her body convulses. She's almost ready. Her hands are grasping the sheet tightly, and she is breathing heavily. Sweat is starting bead off forehead and onto her, which she always loved. I milk a little precum out of my shaft, which is pulsing. A couple of the teachers I’m closest to even asked if I was okay, and I brushed it off claiming to be just a little tired after a busy weekend.I got back from school around 4 p.m. and felt I needed a drink. So I poured myself a glass of white wine and, just as my hubby does, I put on a warm coat and sat looking out over the peaceful scene in our backyard.Now that I was back in my familiar world, I knew that I had to share openly with Neil everything that had happened and everything that I was. As a final humiliationand reminder of how things will go for me if I do not become a perfecttoilet she has all the trannies stand around me in a circle and they allstart pissing all over my face to wash off the days activities. Mistresssends me into the bushes to clean up and make myself presentable soshe can take me back through the park without causing too much of ascene.I am completely humiliated and broken. But very relieved that I haveproven my worth as a toilet vs. a fuck whore!On the way. “Maz, hold on a sec, I’ve just had two numbers come up on the lottery,” she said, letting go of the whisk, her full attention on the television set. “Forty seven,” said the glamorous presenter. “Seventeen and finally… Twenty five.” “Holy fuck!!! Maz, MAZ? Did you hear that??? Oh my fucking god, oh my god, oh my god!” CG brought her hands up to her face, simultaneously putting a powdery handprint on either cheek and dropping both the phone and the bowl of beaten eggs. Her cell landed briefly.