Opening the note I find it's fromJulie and Becky.Dear John,Just a reminder don't even think of coming back to either of our houses orif you do we'll c...ll the police and dressed the way you are that wouldn't bepretty (maybe it would )and also we will send your entire circle of friendsthe pictures we took while you were being transformed and at Beth's club! Sogood luck good bye and good riddance!Julie and BeckyNow what? I can't go to any of my friends like this!Mistress Beth:Well let's see how. Rhonda had been just as taken with the attractive graying professor as he had been with her. Most of her classes had been the usual routine of boring lectures, copious notes, cramming and, finally, regurgitating pet facts and phrases come test time. But Paul Terrance was different. In his philosophy class, he almost encouraged them NOT to take notes, but rather to connect with the ideas and trains of thoughts as he moved from one fascinating topic to another, often pausing to ask a pointed. A few days later I got a call from my ex-neighbor telling me that I should be there at his place early in the morning. His friend was coming. I said I'd be there a little early so I could go downstairs and get finish getting dressed. The next morning I arrived at his place and went straight downstairs and put my heels on and cock rings. I turned on some porn and laid on the bed. My neighbor came down completely naked and with a hard-on. His friend wasn't there yet but we got started. I took his. She wore a long t-shirt; I couldn't see if she was wearing panties. I could, however see how her beautiful young tits were straining against the soft cotten fabric, nipples totally erect."Can I help you get to sleep, Daddy?" she asked demurely. She bent her left leg and arched her left foot, toes pointing as they touched the floor, posing for me. Where do females learn to do that? It it innate, instinctive, or something their mothers teach them to drive men insane?"Uh, it's, ah, all right,.