She had mixed emotions as hisrough black tongue explored her virgin pussy. Shewanted to hate it, but she couldn’t deny thepleasurable sensations...being sent to her brain. Andrefinished up his tongue session by dropping a big wad ofspit on her cunt lips. She hadn’t thought about thefact that a dry pussy would make things very painful,so she was at least grateful that Andre had rememberedthat.Cries of “Come on man,” “I’m ready for my turn,” and“Just. Now, I remember what it was like to be your age, shit, I used to get myself off half-a-dozen times a day. And if you absolutely can’t stand it anymore, go ahead, but try not to do it that much, especially later in the week. I promise you that in the end, it will be well worth it.” Well, I had a week to do whatever and however I wanted, before I would have to cease and resist. So I agreed. Fuck the homework. The instant I was in my room (with the door locked, regardless of his. As the constriction formed on my waist,I could feel a distinct tightening occurring beneath the fabric. Inch byinch, my waist was caving in. I could feel the sensation of my organsshifting and rearranging underneath all of the pressure. By the time thechanges ceased, my waist had shrunk to impossibly waspish proportions,making my already wide hips appear even wider. Had I free use of my handsI might be able to wrap them entirely around my waist. Finishing thesechanges, the fabric fused together. And so I drew on the tights.The skirt was made of black velvet. It was meticulously furnished with anedging of very smooth material. Instead of an elastic band at the waist,it had a real waist, which closed on the side with a button and a zipper.At least the blouse buttoned in front. Even if I could never understandwhy the buttons were on the wrong side. Around my neck the tapered collarwas of scalloped lace, which also appeared again on the sleeves.Now I had to open up the skirt once more in.