And if we report it to the police, all the photos and videos would be leaked, and our lives will be destroyed. Just hope Jeremy and his friends would ...et tired of me.”We made love again on that night.Everything was fine, that is, until a day before my school re-opens. I received a package, sent by Jeremy (who else). In it was an outfit I had to wear the next day.It was a red turtle-neck sweater this time, and it was so tight that my big round breasts was amplified to look even bigger. A. Would you mind coming back to our room and I’ll explain there what it is? To say this was unexpected was an understatement and I replied with a slight stammer that of course I could! Marie then said that they’d spoken with the hotel and the hotel assured them that the room would be locked and that all my dj gear would be safe for however long it was in there. “For however long it was in there”! That line really got my mind boggling! Next thing I knew I was walking with these two delectable. Placing the order, I began counting the moments until O Day. I even gave my en route electric lover a name and backstory. It is Beauregard T. Appomattox, a wealthy southern gent, owner of a lucrative okra plantation in Richmond. He was firm yet gentle with a powerful baritone. Many nights after making ferocious love in his okra fields, Beau would serenade me with Randy Newman's "Sail Away." Occasionally he would ask me to dress like Mrs. Butterworth so he could croon "Brown Sugar" during. As shebent over, gurgling in the bowl, I spotted the traces of cum I splashed onher bottom. With a sigh, I crouched down and cleaned that off too, absent-mindedly licking my lips as I finished the tidying up.I was, just rinsing out my mouth when Mistress 'Steele came in."Thirsty, Darlings?" she leered, "I'd piss in your mouth for you, but yourMistresses want you in an hour, and you know how some ladies hate thespell of piss on a slave's breath in the morning!" Morning! ?" I gasped, water.