On the bed wasmy softball outfit. It consisted of a fitted, low cut, pink and whitepinstripe Yankees jersey, an ultra short, pleated pink cotton skir..., apink thong with the word "BITCH" in rhinestones across the back, whiteknee high socks, and pink six inch platform heels. Without being told, Ihurriedly put everything on, and presented myself to my mistresses."Well, it looks like our little batgirl is ready to go," laughed MistressJenna. "Pick up our equipment bags and get your ass to the. . As I ask questions and listen to you, I keep my gaze focused on your eyes... Under the blanket, your hands smooth over my breasts, exciting my nipples. They pebble under my dress. Your hands cup the weight of me; you squeeze and rub your thumbs against the hardened tips. I try to keep my breathing calm, but I can't stop panting and leaning into your magical hands... It feels so good. You pinch my nipples and I lean into you, my hands clutching your forearms. I feel your muscles flex under my. " Jenny turned, gazing at Melinda with a confused look. "Yourcollege. Your family." She shook her head. "You have your life. I_can't_ ask you to give up all that!"Melinda smiled warmly. "You don't have to. The way things are now, myfamily always had _two_ daughters, not one. And opportunities for womenengineers are very plentiful - actually better than for men." Melindaexplained. "The way reality rewrote itself, I got a good scholarship... as Melinda. And I've got a summer job - at. At the same time, I had started to wonder and hope that this huge cock would squirt its seed deep inside me. I was turning into a little slut for cock, all because of Ms. Palvin. She was now looking me straight in the eyes, looking for that moment of release, that moment of inevitable ecstasy, while fingering her wet pussy. It was not long before she got her wish. The feeling from my ass, through my prostate, up to the end of my metal hard cock, surged past the point of no return. I started to.