She didn’t know what she would have done without Alan these past few days. ‘Do you want to have ‘the talk’ now, Ms. Kelly?’ Alan asked as th...y walked towards her car. ‘I have some time. My parents are busy with the visitors.’ Alan had a pretty good idea about what Ms. Kelly had to say to him. She used the remote on her key chain to pop the locks on her car, and gestured for Alan to get in on the other side. As he was settling himself in Alan considered his options. He had pretty much decided. Next, my spouse pulled out a black dress, and raising my arms they slid itover my head, pulling it down until it was in its proper place, and by nowI was tingling all over from the feelings this act was producing in me.Gently, my spouse put my feet in a pair of stiletto heels, and then helpedme stand again. Not used to being in such shoes, I wobbled a bit, butfound my balance.Finally, my spouse took out a pallet of makeup, and before I knew it, Iwas done. My spouse had asked me to close my eyes. He used to take these panties and masturbate on them thinking about who it belongs to them. Day by day, his lust grew and he wanted to fuck one of his teachers really bad.One such day was his lucky day, he saw a ladder near one of the teacher’s houses which was placed horizontally on the wall near the bathroom window of his SST teacher Mrs. Sarita. His heart starting beating and he thought this as an opportunity to see one of the teachers of his dreams naked and cum at her sight!Surya looked. As he entered, I was displayed mostly like he and everryone had seen me by now at countless debates and speeches: clad in a mostly see-through top that did more of displaying my breasts than hiding them, and a tiny miniskirt, currently hiked up by the clerk who was at the moment railing my ass. His dick wasn't anything amazing, but after a millenium of almost constant fucking, I felt more naked without a dick in me than with, and also I had won the election on a platform of promises of reforms.