And worst of all, my penis, the little traitor that constantly added to my humiliations, sprang up beneath my skirt. Instinctively I covered my penis...with one hand. The other hand covered my mouth, which let out a soft gasp.There I stood, a picture of sexist femininity with one hand covering my private parts in modesty and the other hand trying to prevent the gasp from escaping my pouting lips. What had I become? Mistress set the suitcase down and shot me a wicked grin. She knew the. She would have firsthand accounts of the dangerous and selfish practice rationalized by teens and coeds who drove tipsy. The findings would be put to use, although if Addison had her way there would be some sore behinds red as the stop lights they were known to blow through. Her Seattle hospital had donated money for radio, TV and transit board ads along with support for Dr. Montgomery Addison to speak to mothers of concerned college and high school students. All her efforts were designed to. When you return, I see that you have what looks like sex toys in your hands. "Surprise! I was saving these for a special occasion, and this is the perfect time to use them."Using my own juices, you lube up a black butt plug with a red jewel on the end and pop it into my ass. You turn on a small, dick shaped dildo and insert it completely into my pussy. You turn on another vibrator with a large round head and press it against my clit, nearly sending me through the roof. You grab more rope and. ." I pulled out, and she rolled over onto her belly. "Fuck... fuck my ass." She said, getting onto her knees. I placed both hands firmly onto her ass, and pulled the soft, seductive cheeks apart. Her asshole was small and welcoming. I slowly pushed my moist cock in, with alot of difficuly. Shannon wimpered in pain, but I knew she really did want this. Once it was all the way in, I pulled out, and slammed it back in. Again, and again. I eventually built up speed, and Shannon started screaming.