Then, quite unexpectedly, I heard Tom hiss, ‘Oh Shit,’ and looking up, I could tell he had his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his knuckles were wh...te from the way he held Jason’s hips. I hoped he wasn’t having a heart attack or a stroke, as my eyes bounced between his and the eyes of the young man we’d strapped to the table top. It wasn’t until I saw, or rather heard something dripping onto the floor, that it hit me; Tom had just ejaculated inside Jason’s burning rear end!!“You son-of-a-bitch,”. I remember when i use to walk on the hallways i seen them i always thought dayum there some concided ass mathafuckers.Didnt got nothing against them but i didnt liked the fact that they thought they rule the school. They started talkn to me eventually, and then they wanted to chill whit me. I didnt chill whit nobody from school like invited them to my house butt i did in movies or parties shyt like that.The only person i trust or hang out whit in her crib was this female bcuss we go way. She sank a bit lower and our eyes met. The knowing smirk playing on her lips made my stomach clench and my head grow dizzy. I took a few deep breaths and looked down at my script, hiding my face and giving myself time to re-assemble my splintered countenance. I didn’t know what was happening, but I didn’t have the time to think about it. There was a classroom full of expectant eyes waiting for me to continue."Thank you very much, Miss Channings," I finally managed to say with a halfway composed. Then I stand there with my legs spread out over the pissoir and am forced to expose my freely accessible ass towards everyone who goes to the toilet. My sissy skirt is in the pissoir. Thus, everyone can piss on my ass and the sissy skirt will swim in the piss. In this case, too, I should be brutally whipped in the BDSM Club if the coin falls to the ground.In any case, I should never be able to leave the BDSM Club without my sissy outfit soaked by piss! Or just have me piss into my sissy outfit.