I rolled the stocking up my legs, pulled the dress over my shoulders and fastened the clasps. Pulling up the tiny panties that struggled to in any way...contain my now semi hard cock. I did my best but thought if I just carry on it might eventually soften.I attached the garter straps to the stocking and added the hair piece before pulling on the gloves. They felt incredible on my skin, I’d never felt anything this soft, as I touched my body it immediately fired little jolts of pleasure, it was if. He and I talked about different things that we knew about and stuff we told each other about. I know that it is extremely unorthodox and frankly illegal, but I didnt care. ————————————- The next day I went to his room early before class started. He said he had a surprise for me and I was eager to get it, whatever it was. Hey, close the door behind you! he said with a smile. I closed the door and walked over to him. He kissed my lips as I sat down next to him. Sitting on his desk was a small. I started to slowly touch my abdomen with the fingers on my right hand then moved to my breast and traced the edge of my hard nipple sending a shiver down my spine. I continued this gentle finger tracing, arched my neck slightly and looked out to find several of the guys standing still, watching me slowly play with the soft skin of my areola. ‘I am enjoying myself Jacque,’ I silently admitted to him.I could feel the wetness reaching my inner labia that, because of my spread pose, were wide. I bent my head and gave her innocence a long wet lick again. She tried to close her legs to protect her womanhood from me, but I quickly begin to roughly force her thighs open. The pain is unbearable, " Please stop...Please it hurts," Tears are running down her face as she tries her best to resist opening her legs. She feels my fingernails scrapping her thighs, making large red scratches on her. Not being capable of standing it anymore she opened her legs, she opened her legs as far as she can.