”Mr. St. George grinned back at us and said, “We’ll see, won’t we.”We had just finished an instructional unit on the Canadian Prairies, so �...�Froggie’ (our nickname for the native of Gatineau, Quebec) started class talking about our next geography unit on Australia. I quickly remembered I loved this unit and previously set a lifetime goal of visiting that wonderful country. After watching a short movie on the huge diversity of people, unique Aussie animals and wide variety of landscapes, we. I then encased Boston’s face in a shimmering stocking. Boston then dutifully bent his wide gleaming hosed arse over, and almost in a voice of shame, declared ‘Fuck me.’The friction from the dildo and the small hole in Boston’s shimmery tights made a squelching sound as I slapped my Lycra hips against his arse. ‘Look at you! You’re actually encased in my smelly tights! I know what you want more than anyone has ever known,’ I seethed. ‘And I’m going to give it to you, Boston. I’m really fucking. He now had no idea where he was, which way he was pointing or who was there.“You’re usually trying to touch my body by now,” Belinda said, taking his hands and placing them on the tight skirt that encircled her hips.“Fuck, you feel fantastic!”James knelt down and pressed his tight fitting metal mask against the front of her skirt, hoping to feel her warmth, “Oh fuck, I want you!”“Just obey me... and you will have me.”“What about the group?”“It’s okay, I’ll look after you, darling,” Belinda. It was in the traditional big duffel bag. I put it on the top of the baggage cart. They were keeping the Morton group in a separate storage bay for easier unloading and sorting. That gave me three bags to control, one with the gear, my go bag with four days of camo, panties and socks and my portable office.Andy’s group had found several seamstresses who brought their industrial sewing machines to the new offices and had all of the men’s uniforms altered over the week. The Velcro was put where.