"But withall the trouble my s-- daughter has been getting into since her fatherdied, I suppose extreme measures are called for."The head mistress seem...d to float down as she sat in her huge leatherchair. "I understand your position. Most parents have run out of optionsby the time they come to us." She looked through the stack of forms lyingin front of her, then turned them around and slid them across the desktowards my mother. "I can assure you, you made the right choice by comingto our. One hand went from my chest to my balls and she began gently massaging them. My legs spread as wide as the chair arms would allow, to give her as much room as possible. She began a process where she would have her lips tight around my shaft on the down stroke that caused the skin to pull against the head. That feeling has always been a major trigger for me. As she did that, she would tug lightly on my balls while pinching first one nipple, then the other.I started pumping back, fucking her. Once all of us weredressed Sally led us to our apartment. I felt deeply embarrassed walkingalong the pathway listening to my clacking shoes. Everything about mefelt totally strange. The swishing of my very short skirt and the airswirling up around my legs felt very odd as did my long black hair whichfelt like it was flopping all over the place. When I spoke to Tom I wassurprised to discover that I now spoke English with a very strong Asianaccent.A few minutes later we arrived at our apartment. "Not too shabby," she said to herself, taking in the six inches of thick, flaccid penis that hung between his legs. "Probably a good size once it gets hard." She could scarcely believe she was even thinking it -- she hadn't had sex in over a year, and Frank had been such a good friend."Everything okay in there?" Mr. Jones asked. "Oh, uh, yes. Everything is fine," Mrs. Peterson responded. "You decent?" Mr. Jones said, gently pushing the door open. "Here's a robe," he said, handing the garment.