Money played no role and my closet was now filledwith sophisticated cocktail dresses, glistening evening gowns, impossiblynarrow pencil skirts and the...most glamorous silk blouses. I owned severalpairs of beautiful high heeled shoes and my drawers were filled with themost luxurious lingerie, foundations and stockings. I basically was madeto live like a stylized grown-up version of one of these junior pageantprincesses. Of course it wasn't as ridiculous, as mother had excellenttaste in matters of. She continued walking through the crowd of dancers with her pert breasts revealed to all. Everyone was glancing over at her, but she continued in her stride. She was usually the quiet, shy type but was so consumed by the fire within that she just continued her way with wild and carefree exhibitionism. To demonstrate that she was proud and didn't care about what anyone thought as they looked on, she pulled her shoulders back proudly, allowed her blouse to fall further down her shoulders and. "Then have a seat and let's talk."I looked at the student's desks, and he said, "No, not there, Vicky." He stepped forward and gripped my waist in his hands, then lifted me onto the edge of his desk. I wiggled back so I could sit comfortably. I saw Mr. Coree staring up my skirt, and since I don't wear panties, I knew he was getting an eyeful of my love patch. A huge bulge formed in his pants and it turned me on that my old teacher was getting a hard on over me. I spread my legs wider and gave. . I wanna be your bitch. Fuck, I am your bitch. You made me admit I'm a fucking bottom. That I'm a slutty fucking bottom who needs her slutty fucking bottom pounded by a fucking super stud. And that's you Dawnie. You're a little super stud. Thought I was an alpha female, but you showed me different. You bent me over and showed me who the real alpha female is around here. Shit, you got me bending over for you Dawnie. You got me bending over for you from now on cause you popped my anal cherry and.