“Fuck, he doesn’t know our names…I’m Violet. People call me Vivi. YOU’RE only allowed to call me…Mistress V.” Jason nodded… Ally spoke...up. “I’m Alison. People call me Ally. Since you’re not a person, only a slave… You may call me…Mistress A.” Again, Jason nodded.A matter of seconds later, Vivi whispered something to Ally. “What should we…That sounds good……but……-ten…” then, as he was about to laze himself to a spaced out state, there came a sharp “SLAVE!” that woke him. “Henceforth… you are. Mujhe diya aur phone per baat hone lagi aur 2 mahine baad usne mujhe haan bol diya mai bhut khusg hua aur usse milne bulaya per vo aati nahe thi roj apni photo bhejti thi mera uski choti se gaand ko chodnr ka bhut maan karta tha roj uski photo dekh ke muth marta tha ek din vo tution se chutti lekr mere sath chali aai main usse chodne ke mood main tha mujhe pher moka nahe milta mein usse dost ke office pe le gaya aur vaha jakar hum baat karne lage men uske hoto pe kiss kar di pher gale se laga. "For those that haven't yet been told, my name is Mr Hobson and I'mthe headmaster at Hayfield Hall. Since Stacy very nicely quoted Shaw Ithink I'll do the same. He said, 'I dislike feeling at home when I'mabroad'. I hope you find things that are similar, but also different. Atthis school we sometimes do a Mix-up Monday. Do you have anything likethat at The Manor?"Mr Hobson's query was only met with blank faces."Mix-up Monday is where students dress in ways they don't normally. Forinstance. Sam wasn’t sure what time it was. He just knew it was late. It had probably been a couple of hours since the boys had sixty-nined together and left a nice, warm load of teenaged cum in each other’s mouth. Sam’s throbbing dick felt even hotter when he thought about how good it had felt. He was aching for more.Linc had probably gotten up to go to the bathroom, so Sam lay in bed and waited. He kept stroking his hot dick so it would still be nice and hard when Linc came back. But he waited for much.