I was gonna cum soon, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rubbed itall over her face, leaving a trail of spit and pre-cum. I rested thehead of it...against her lips.She grabbed hold of it and said, "I am so wet baby." Her other hand wasnow inside her panties, rubbing her pussy slowly. "Lick my pussy baby.You like it shaved don't you? You like to lick it. Make me cum baby."I tossed her against the dumpster and bent her over as she pulled herdress up over her hot little ass."Push my panties. She cleaned and filed my nails and askedif I'd like a bit longer look. I opted for just a tad more and shecarefully added extensions. We decided on a dark red with just a flashof sparkle. As she painted my nails, we chatted about my new job. Iexplained the club to her, told her about Donna and asked if I couldrefer some of my cross dressing employees to her salon."I don't want you to risk your reputation, Cindy. You've been so kindand accepting of me but I can't be certain that all of the. “Yes, Miss,” I had replied sarcastically.Miss Manson had sighed heavily and reluctantly got up from her chair. I had watched as she had adjusted her black knee-length skirt, then ran her hands down the front of her white blouse before finally adjusting her red cardigan, smiling as she pushed the sleeves up. I had smiled sweetly back at her. My young History Mistress had then pulled her chair into the space between her desk and the front of the classroom and looked at me as I sat with my chin. “Aunt Maggie?”She roused. Memory of her vain battle against switching on every light in every room in anticipation of nightfall had her stressed nearly as badly as Jamie caught at the bay window. “Go,” she said, pushing Jamie toward the hallway and the kitchen. An instant later, she herself was pulled helplessly to the window.“Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck!” she mouthed, arms locked at her sides, hands balled into fists. She thrummed with anger and frustration.Cody eased up beside her.“Don’t you dare.