“No, girls, not Mistress but Miss. Miss Emmanuel is the antithesis of a Mistress. She will be teaching you French, but also she will instruct you in...what it is to be a lesbian submissive slut and how to handle one.”I watched as the three girls’ jaws dropped at my announcement and then sly smiles formed on their lips as they apprised their new teacher by examining from head to foot. I had carefully chosen this group as all three were either lesbian or bisexual and furthermore, all three were. She felthis finger as it dipped into her own pre-ejaculation juices, revelled inthe sensations as he reached around and grabbed hold of her breasts,pulling her deeper onto his phallus. She felt him pushing deeper withinher body and began to feel the start of her own orgasm. She sensed his ownurgency as he began to thrust harder and faster. His heat built up, shesensed his own arousal as he began to moan in expectation. She herselfbegan to moan in arousal, knowing that neither of them could hold. I awoke to my husband kissing my neck and soon we were fucking in my own bed at home. It had been a few days since I had enjoyed his big, white cock, but he soon had me begging for him to fill my hole with his warmth. I loved my husband, Mikey, and I regretted the secrets I was keeping from him. I was once again using d**gs and my lover, Shawn, was selling me to multiple men whenever he could and providing my d**gs for me. Mikey had given me his permission to return to my lifelong profession as. "No. Right now. I need it now, Rodney. Please." I begged. He studied me and grabbed my hand as he lead me off of the dance floor. I pulled my skirt down as much as I could with my free hand but was sure that a small part of my ass cheek was still showing. Rodney looked for the men's bathroom. It was busy, with a few guys hanging outside of it. Rodney took me inside in front of them, not caring that they would know what was about to happen. I didn't care either. I was too drunk and horny to.