When McKayla died, they sent more flowers and food than we ever could have needed, and refused to take a penny from me. When I tried to slip some mone... to one of their employees afterwards, I found out they gave it to Hospice in McKayla's name.So when I asked if Maureen and I could reserve one of their back dining rooms for lunch, they closed the entire restaurant for a "private party". As much for myself as my daughter, I wanted Maureen's first meeting with her father to be somewhere that was. She instantly felt aroused but couldn’t explain why. Something in the idea of how completely exposed she was made her heartbeat quicken. A smile curled her lips as she thought “what a little slut I am”. She now had this raw ambition to be caught m*****ing herself again. Having someone secretly watching her while she was unaware of it gave her butterflies in her belly. She now imagined watching someone standing behind the door that was watching her. She saw his hand down the front of his pants. Neither one ofthem had done the slightest bit of work in his course,and when they bothered to show up at all, had been rudeand disruptive. But they didn’t believe he had the rightto give them F’s, and they felt no compunction aboutdisplaying their anger.Damon was a big, muscular, handsome youth of 17. Howcould a person that masculine be gay, Walt wondered.Damon flaunted his homosexuality, feeling up andharassing the straight kids at will. No one daredchallenge him, because Damon was. Good. Take your dress off girl.”I did so and stepped out of it wearing only heels and holdups.“You know what Mistress wants you to do so next do it cumslut” and tugged harder on the rings “Assume the milking position.” I knelt on all fours at her feet. I did so with my ass in the air. Mistress put rubber gloves on and smeared them with lube and lubed my hole."now to get rid of all that nasty milk “ a shot glass was placed underneath my shackled penis and Mistress inserted one finger moving.