"No, Mistress," I said. "Just room enough for me."Anita smiled softly. She always had a soft spot for a new sissy. It was aweakness. She liked new. Ne... lips. New attitudes. New flesh.But this one was different. She had come on her own, bright and bold andaudacious. She was fairly new to dressing - Anita was sure of it by the wayshe walked in her heels - but she wasn't shy. Her black dress was elegant.He nails were understated but pretty. Her wig was shorter than a lot of thesissies liked, but. Actor. What if I made you choose between him or me? Who do you think is more important?" An ultimatum?" Molly shouted, her eyes wide. "You're both under contract!" Tear his up! We'll pay the penalties!" I won't!" Molly screamed, toppling to her knees and heaving out sobs.Barb's dagger eyes didn't faze me as I walked swiftly to my love. Molly's body tensed when I enveloped her in my long arms, but when she looked up and saw my worried face, she uncoiled and dove into an embrace that sent me to. I got these type of a fucking image from my teacher’s bedroom stories.I used my maximum knowledge to make my teacher a slut. This thoughts made me more and more horny and I was masturbating heavily..the fingers were drilling my pussy and my slutty teacher’s image was adding fuel to that. My pussy juice was dropped and made a little pool in the floor. Hmm…oo…aaa…yaa… I had to suffer a lot to control my mourning. I digged my holy grail with out any mercy.I closed my eyes and saw my teacher again. I had come over to use a newly purchased vibrator on you, not to fuck you, and I was still only a friend and not yet a lover. I wasn’t supposed to be getting turned on. I was supposed to help you out. But the gentleness of your body was overwhelming, and in the darkness, all was beautiful about you. You turned around and lay down on your back, on the daybed in your basement. Your breasts were ripe, voluptuous in fact, and as you lay down, they spread sideways away from the middle of your chest,.