Seeing me signal, he approached, carrying a silver tray with an item coveredwith a white cloth lying upon it. Jenny was still kneeling at my feet, hea...bowed, trembling at the thought of what might be in store for her. Poor littleslut: she had no idea. Taking the tray, I crouched down in front of her. With one finger under herchin, I raised her head up so she was looking at me, the tray at my chest leveland her eye level. Her pretty brown eyes burned with humiliation. Her eye makeupwas smudged. Shaved bald, of course, and perfectly shaped lips and small clit. I was breathing heavily.She laid on her back on the futon, giving me and Tissues a side view from her left and right. “Debbie, come show them why you’re the head cheerleader!” She said as she spread her legs wide.Debbie crawled onto the futon and dove right into Ms. Connor’s pussy, making her moan deeply. A lewd scene unfolded right before our eyes and one by one, Ms. Connor had the girls service her. I lost count of the number. “Ah well”, I muttered as I walked to the last stall and pushed it open. I unzipped my fly and aimed for the toilet. As I was pissing, and enjoying my buzz, I looked around the stall and noticed a glory hole cut into the wall. “That’s weird”, I thought, “That wasn’t here the last time.” I watched it as I finished up. Two small fingers reach through the hole. “Hello?”, said a quiet voice from behind that wall. “Uhmm hi?”, I mumbled as I stared at the hole. I heard a small giggle as she opened her. As she prayed, a maid entered carrying a tray with a cup of tea and a newspaper. She quietly set the tea before Lucinda on the desk and stood by while she finished her prayer, picked up the tea, and took a sip. In the middle of her second sip, the newspaper was dropped onto her desk.The front-page photo was of her, covered in the corpses of multiple pies. It was an English-language paper instead of her usual Italian; and the headline above it read “Lucinda’s Lock-In Lists Loony-Toons.” She.