The applauding was unbelievable as he had me sit in the second chair. Next, he had my mom come up and she was seated in the first chair. We both wore ...ink breast cancer shirts, but unlike me in my tight jeans, mom had a black skirt that was a couple inches above her knees. Then I was shocked as the principal called Pam up on the stage. She came up and was seated in the fourth chair leaving the third chair empty. The last name called was Georgeanne. I was trying to figure out who Georgeanne was. She did not deserve to receive my cock - yet.I dropped the belt on the floor and roughly turned her over on the bed. "Pull back your labia, woman!" I ordered. And, obediently, she did. I thrust the two middle fingers of my right hand in her, and inserted another finger in her anus, and finger-fucked her - hard. Inside her, I could feel the stiffening of the vaginal ridges marking her G-spot, and so I worked my fingers ever harder. And, as I expected, she gushed.Her erotic juices slipped down. Larger than she had expected for a twenty year old girl. Maybe she was rich! Emma parked in the driveway, turned off the engine, grabbed her leather bag full of her “costumes”, and walked to the front door. Before she could ring the bell, Gabrielle opened the door. Had she been anticipating her arrival?“Well hello!” Gabrielle said. “Please come in!”“Hi Gabrielle!” returned Emma.“First of all, call me Gabby! I think were close enough that you can address by the diminutive!” said Gabby.“Just put. He experienced extreme humiliation, but he could easily have walked away at any time. Chelsea was confined to a more traditional role for women, that of chattel, and was seemingly less emotionally harmed by it. I don't know whether she felt humiliated or whether it would have bothered her if she did. In her shoes, I would have, but her desire for children was all that mattered to her and her childhood experiences had prepared her for domination by a father figure. I wonder about the effects of.