"Wha... what the hell is going on?" Lizzie stammered.Her pink bra suddenly unclasped and escaped her bare chests, letting them bounce in front of her....Strangely enough, they continued to bounce a couple of times on their own and Lizzie gasped as her nipples became erect and began to rotate on their own."Oh yeah baby, these beauties belong to me too, just like this nice firm ass of yours." Her pussy snickered as her ass pinched itself again. Lizzie was too stunned to even speak. She just watched. Main raat ka besabri se intejar kar raha tha ke mummy kab chudegi uncle se…Phir raat huwa or karib 9 baje uncle ghar main aaye or hamlogo ne ek sath dinner kiya or mummy or uncle aagle bagal bathe the toh maine dekha ke dinner karte huwe uncle ne mummy ki janghe sahla rahe the…Or mummy kuch nahi bol rahi thi phir hamlogo ka dinner khatam ho gaya or thori deer baad main vi apne room main chala aaya or soo gaya tha kab mujhe nind lag gaya pata nahi chala phir mera nind tut te hi maine mummy ka. And for the few father’s that disagreed; most changed their tune in time with ‘encouragement’ from their wives, and teachers at parent-teacher meetings.A crew of staff entered the classroom mid lesson. They rolled in a new torture device on wheels, to the corner of the room. It was a wooden X. it had straps to restrain a boy in place, so that he would be forced to stand spread-eagled. Miss Andrew’s brutal red high heels clacked on the tile floor. She enjoyed teasing the boy’s with her slutty. And yes, we’re married, more or less. I’ll tell you about that later.For me, it all started when I met Michael at an art show at the museum. He seemed to be something different from the other men there. For instance, he’d take longer than usual when examining a painting or a statue, instead of taking the usual cursory glance and then moving on to the next piece. I took the liberty of striking up a conversation with him about one of the paintings, and it was apparent that he’d really studied it,.