I wanted to break down that door, rip off those tights and just suck on that ass. Just her sight in those tights gave me a hard on. I saw her checking...herself out in the mirror. She looked very pleased with the clothes and started posing in front of the mirror. She was certainly enjoying it.She came out and was a bit shy, because of me. I told her the tights look great on her. I told her she looks like a dancer on MTV (that I knew she watches so much) and she blushed. I went to my room and. Somehow... nice about Sebastian. Nice. He was going to hang her, slowly, and he was Nice? Well, maybe in some sense. Certainly he smelled nice. And he was being gentle as she worked him into her cunt. Nice.She heard a whirring sound and the noose cinched down. Without thinking about it, she stood up, nearly losing Sebastian. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She found herself going along with it, even with the "I'm being strangled" sensation of the noose around her neck. Not really. The day that her mother had sent her from the table to change, she had spent most of the day in that outfit, and the glimpses I caught of her drove me wild. I wanted to stroke off, having this girl turn me on all the time, then sleeping in the next room from her! It wasn’t easy, but I stopped myself, knowing the thin walls would give me away, and that I couldn’t risk it bathing in the cast iron tub. One night after dinner, as I went to my room on the second floor, I looked down to see her. Miss Margaret told me: “Now you are too exited for what I want from you. When you will relief yourself you have to fuck the hopeless slutty Susan in her arse. Do you think you will be able to perform a strong and long butt fucking on her for you teacher?” Maggie didn’t stop stroking me, and some times the tip of my cock slightly touched Miss Margaret’s lips. I wanted to her mouth in that very moment but the prospective of violating Susan’s butt hole was overwhelming. I was about to come, large.