I'm sure his mood didn'tbode well for my future at his school."Alright, young man," he said after he took a moment to calm down. "Iwill let you out of...detention, and your father has convinced me that Icannot make you cut your hair or nails."Wow, my dad was good! I would have to thank him later."But you are not a female in the eyes of this school, do youunderstand?" he continued. "Yes, sir," I replied. What had my dad told him? "That was never myintention." Good," he said with that smug smile.. Looking down quickly to take stock of what might have been on display, I realized it was all hanging out. My shirt was open and my tits out and my skirt had hitched up so high my dripping wet shaven pussy was open for all to see. I suddenly became aware of the breeze fluffing my hair about and realized the bitch Gabrielle had taken off the roof of her convertible vintage ride and thus left nothing to the imagination. It seemed she was making a statement of her claim. I was her bitch, and she. I moaned, thrust, and whimpered. This time she did not stop at her hand but took me all the way down. Her nose brushed my skin as she swallowed my head deep in her throat. She pulled back before she took me all the way again. The sensations were indescribable.She pulled back again, paused to lick my head quickly and then took my cock out of her mouth and quickly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra was black lace, and her nipples were poking through the material. My cock. I loved the taste of my own pussy, how warm it is when it touches my tongue, it drove me wild. I opened the drawer beneath the counter and grabbed my beige flesh colored dildo, it the favorite of all my toys. It was about 9 inches long and very life like, balls included. The dildo had a suction cup attached to the bottom so I could stick and fuck anywhere. I popped the dildo in my mouth, admiring in the mirror at how sexy my face looked having a cock bob in and out of it. I always enjoyed.