In its place, we each had a short (very short) plaid skirt and a see-through white blouse. Where is our underwear someone asked? He laughed again. “...hen we were your slaves you never allowed our women to wear anything under their holey shift so why should we give you any.”Being nearly naked we were walked to a “classroom.” It looked a lot like any other classroom I had been in, it had student desks all in rows and an old fashioned black chalkboard on one wall. “Take a seat,” barked the asshole. She would open it and inside would be an empty classroom. With white walls a large desk in the front of the room, (which would have been a teacher's desk had the room been in use, which was obvious it wasn't) and a few crummy desks lined up in rows. She would lead me to the big desk and tell me to sit against it. She would do a slow, but seductive strip tease. By this point my dick would be pressing against my pants so hard it felt like my pants could no longer contain it. Once naked, she would. I plunge into you, sweetness cast aside. I pull out, a thin, glistening rope of your moisture leading from your swollen lips to my head. Moving upward, my lips find your mouth, and I snake my tongue inside, savagely kissing you before pulling away. You look at me, upset at the lack of contact, but it is short lived. A gasp escapes your lips as I roll you over to your knees, and I smack your presented behind, causing you to assume a submissive pose and lower your arms, ass high in the air. I. She had an agenda not to let the sinful life of the city ruin this little paradise on earth that they had created here in the small town by the lake.So when young Rebecca Vineto was caught red handed on her knees in front of Stanley Robertson, with his penis in her hand and her mouth about to close around it, Melissa made it her business to talk to Rebecca's mother about it. It had however not turned out the way she had planned. It was frustrating to see how the mother didn't have a care in the.