Ihave noticed how hard you become every time you see me in my tightleather pants. Or is my skirt what you prefer? Perhaps you would liketo wear my ski...t, hmm? - and fuck me while you feel my clothing on yourbody, Peter?"I suddenly grew so very hard. Pamela smiled wickedly when she saw myerection straining against the pink rubber panties I wore under myjeans."Yes, I can see you would enjoy this very much."Pamela was breathing heavily as I tenderly rubber her crotch. "Oh,girl, that makes me feel. The two of them sat down in one of the neatly arranged rows of folding chairs filling the room.“At least you get to wear trousers. I can’t believe the school can get away with only letting women wear skirts!”Her dark, pleated skirt came down to just below her knees. Jessica did like wearing skirts, but taking the element of choice away from her made her feel uncomfortable. She was an adult now, and should be able to wear whatever she wanted.The hall grew silent as a middle-aged woman stepped to. Then he said, "You may not be doing this voluntarily. But it certainly turns you on. Your sweet little pussy is soaking wet. You look upset. But I'll bet the thing you are most upset about right now is that no one is slamming a cock into this tight little cunt of yours."I didn't bother to explain that the moisture he's encountering is probably traces of cum left over from my most recent rape. Or at least I hope it is. I'd hate to think that I'm starting to enjoy this sort of abuse.He still had. Donna grabbed Eric's huge shaft and directed it down at her small tits. The massive dick shot piss onto her baby chest as Donna massaged the liquid over her nipples and tits. "Oh yeah, baby, keep it coming. I want my tits to soak it up." Finally, Eric was down to a few trickles and Donna lifted the huge knob to her lips to lick the last drops. "Honey, that was delicious..." she cooed as she started to jerk his huge rod. 'Think you can feed me dessert now? Another mouthful of your sperm.