"Not at school," she said. "But what about it? Me and you sitting here?" Ok," said Michael.They didn't say much, but having his sister by him made him...feel morecomfortable. He wasn't alone.Miss Field came over to him in the midday session to see if he was okwith his new table companions."I'm fine miss," he said."You don't want to sit elsewhere do you?" she asked."No, I'm fine here," he said."Ok, as long as you're happy," she said.It was safe to say that the final term of the school year was. I kept one hand on my nipples as I let my other hand wander to my belly, playing with the top and side seams of my panties. This was absolute torture. All I wanted to do was rip off my panties and attack my soaking pussy until I came, but I knew my orgasm would be better if I built it up like this.My hand lightly tickled my belly and inner thighs, intentionally staying away from my pussy. The hand which was on my breast moved its way down too, so now both of my hands were exploring my body. I. He was directly facing me still, and with Chris body no longer blocking his view, he could clearly see exactly where my feet were. Our eyes locked for a second, with me flashing him a grin and turning my attention back to Chris. Honey, could you add some more oil? It seems to have dried up! Sure mom Chris answered, completely under my control now. Charles was leaning forward on the table, his plate of breakfast and newspaper pushed aside, watching as his son slowly dripped massage oil on my. I did't want to be fully naked, I wanted to preserve some dignity. 'No?', he asked, 'don't you want everyone to see what a dirty little shemale slut you are?' 'Not really,' I replied. 'Ok, I won't cut your thong just yet, but let's see if you can be a good little girl, and I might make you a deal.' He untied me from the tree, but immediately tied my hands behind my back. Then he pulled my thong down to near my ankles, exposing my little cock and balls to the chilly evening. 'Let's see what you.