I've wanted you all night.'The sensation of two fingers spreading my lips caused me to moan louder, my panting undeniable, I was certain the neighbors...could hear my gasps of pleasure. "You can have me Mistress!" I cried out. I don't know why she smiled this time.'Yes, that's right Baby. Soon you'll understand.'With my naked body laid out for her on the white sheets, I moaned, panted, my breasts rubbing frantically against hers, I gasped for more air just to moan louder for her.Again, she kissed. She said, "Have you done this before?"I confessed that I hadn't, so she advised me to start slow. "Press gently until your head pops in, then leave it there for a minute while I get used to it. It's been a while and you have a fat cock." I pressed my cock head against her, then added pressure, and after a few seconds my manhood popped into her.This was a very different feeling from pussy. Her opening was very tight around my cock, just below the head. I started to press it in a little, and. Jack named his new bar the ‘Dead End Bar.’ Chapter 2 Jack patterned the Dead End Bar after the bars of the French Quarter, in New Orleans. The drinks were watered down and over-priced, the music was supplied by a tinny sounding juke-box, and a low stage had not so young women dancing and shimmying out of their clothes. Up front, the girls adhered to the letter of the law. Areola was discretely covered by pasties and pubic hair was covered by cloth. In the ‘Hurricane Room’ however, the only. When Missy finished dressing he put silk socks onme and the same 4" heels as yesterday.Before walking to the class room we went over to the full length mirrorand I almost broke out laughing we looked way over the top ridicules.I smiled and said, "Great. Thanks Missy." He smiled and kissed me onthe cheek and said, "Glad you like it, isn't this fun?" I agreedknowing this was my ticket out of here.Aunt Celeste was sitting at her desk as Missy and I made our way in,She remarked, "Well don't you.