Brian came through the door being escorted by one of the larger men in the group. Brian was looking pretty rough, and Ashli ran from her seat over to ...im. "Are you ok baby? What happened?" she asked. "Yeah honey, I'm fine, I just had a little accident" Brian replied."Why don't you tell her what really happened, Brian" retorted the large man with his hand on Brian's collar, "Tell her why we're here." Ashli looked back to Brian as he fought through emotion to tell her all of the bad things that. “Amit,” Maya asked, ready to drop her ace in the hole.“Oh gawd, don’t make me stop,” he said ramming his cock down Sonya’s skilled throat.“Oh, don’t stop Amit, Maya encouraged. “Fuck her like you have always wanted to.” Sonya wrapped her lips around Amits dick harder than ever, sure he was about to unload a massive boon.“I just wanted to ask if I am really in charge during my interval, and anything I say is law,” Maya asked“Yes! Yes!” he shouted, simultaneously answering Maya’s question while. She pressed her body up against mine, and pressed her lips to mine, shoving her wicked tongue into my mouth, as she managed to work her hand past my underwear and on to my manhood. I grabbed the sides of her head, gripping her hair in my fingers. “Hold on,” I pleaded as she gripped my quickly growing cock. She dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling my pants down in the process. My cock arched upwards and she smiled as my cock came into view, right in front of her face. She slipped her. So today I’m dressed in a catholic school girl outfit consisting of a white button down shirt tied in a knot just under my huge, firm tits. A black vest with a patch which reads, “Property of Daddy Art’s School for Sissies”. Below that you’ll find a pleated, plaid skirt that’s way too short and shows off my butt cheeks which are obscenely split by a pink thong. A pair of knee high, white, silk stockings and black platform shoes.My face is made up the way Daddy likes, heavy on the hooker red.