I WAS GOING OUT WITH A REAL GIRL CALLED TRICIA, I HAD KNOWN HER SINCE WE WERE AT SCHOOL & I WAS ALWAYS WANKING ABOUT HER AS I USED TO SEE HER DRESSED...IN HER SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM...MMMmm SHE USED TO WEAR SUCH A LOVELY PLEATED SKIRT. AFTER WE HAD BEEN TOGETHER FO A SHORT WHILE, SHE USED TO PRICK TEASE ME SOMETHING MERCLESSLY, OCCASSIONLY WANKING ME OFF AS SHE WOULD TELL ME ABOUT MY INTEREST IN HER SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM. SHE WOULD ALSO TELL ME ABOUT THE TIMES SHE WAS GIVEN THE CANE AT SCHOOL & DEMAND. I just wanted to feel it. I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell, my mom would kill me.”“I’m not going to tell”, I replied, “ it actually felt kind of good.“It did?” he asked“Yes” I replied.“Do you want me to keep doing it?” he askedI nodded my head yes and laid back down. That was all the invitation Frank needed. He placed his hand back on my butt and this time with out the fear of waking me rubbed me a little more firmly.His large hands basically covered my entire backside as I lay there enjoying. "I should get some new earrings. Long ones. Something to set off myneck. "Oh? Umm, That's - You know I was thinking I could maybe sue youguys, Claire. Not you personally. But your business. Do you think I'dlook cute with pink hair? Maybe cut a little shorter. I saw somethinglike it in a magazine. Just wondering."Claire's eyebrows were shaped in a sort of severe way that made heralways look a little angry, so as she furrowed her brow in concern theeffect was doubled. I examined my nails. They. I was told to put my penis gag back inand meet her in the master bedroom after I was done cleaning up. Isuppressed a groan at that. The master bedroom was on the top floor andthat meant climbing two flights of stairs. Not to mention what she hadplanned for me when I got there. I remembered something about having toserve her sexually, which didn't seem too bad - she was remarkablybeautiful - though I wasn't very keen on the thought of having to tend toher cock.When I got to the bedroom, she was.