“I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you this,” said, softly, “but they’re beautiful.” Lauren didn’t reply, but she looked d...wn at her own breasts, then back up at me. These were not the perky, perfect tits of a nineteen year old, they were ripe, full, womanly breasts, that, as beautiful as they were to look at, had also nourished two babies in their time, and somehow, that knowledge made me even more excited. I used my right hand to, very gently, caress the exposed part of Lauren’s. This wasn't multiple sleds that had to be slugged home by myself this wasa complicated issue.Strange as everything was, the more time I spent feminine, the morecomfortable I became. No one seemed to notice me other for what Ipresented as and Dan seemed to be bolstered by my eye candy status. Uponreaching our walkup, the heels were starting to give me a little pain. Icouldn't wait to remove them along with alleviating my trapped status. Thecontinued pain at certain intervals was becoming. Just let me have a feel and i will stop whenever you say deal. At this point my head is spinning and i feel like my heart is gonna jump out of my chest. On the one hand you have this really hot guy who is really sweet. On the other you have my pussy that has been unseen or untouched by anyone but me about to be invaded by the hands of another. Throwing all caution to the wind for some reason that still unknown i uncrossed my legs and parted them open. Before i could blink good Mark was on the. “You’re gonna paddle my ass, Ms. Saba? “Yes, and your use of foul language just earned you some extra swats. Stand up and bring your chair to the middle of the room.”“Yes, Ms. Saba,” Stacy replied as she carried out my instructions. I walked over, placed the paddle on the chair and made her stand in front of me with her arms at her side.“In this room, naughty girls are stripped to their undies and subjected to contraband searches before discipline. Keep your body still and your mouth shut.” She.