We have to discuss your situationwith her."Emily nodded and followed Jane into a waiting room. After a moment, theywere admitted into the office. Head...istress Carson was an athletic andbeautiful woman, although she was quite old. She was an Exemplar, afterall, as well as a famous former superheroine. She was dressed in atailleour sitting at a desk of carved wood. The two sisters came in andsat down at the desk, leaving the luggage at the door."Good evening, ladies," said the headmistress. "I. . factory porn mostly, fetishes delivered on cue. A blond bitch was throwing her mouth down some guys pole driving the knob into her throat again and again... face-fucking as it ought to be, full and eager throat service, so rare from a bitch. I stared transfixed pulling on my meat lure."God, I'd sure like to suck that cock.." I glanced up. In the hallway dim he looked a little like Philip Seymour Hoffman... round-faced with wispy blond hair, heavy in striped lycra workout pants, tennis. She giggled and said that it sounded like a good game. We had a few drinks in various bars and then went to her favourite club. We grabbed some drinks and sat down. Donna went off dancing and number one approached her. I watched as the guy got braver and braver and was touching her more. They stopped dancing and came over and sat down by me. The poor guy wasn't sure who I was but soon settled down when I was introduced as 'just a friend'. I watched as they kissed passionetly and his hands slid. Burt thanked me and we chatted a bit longer, but we were exhausted and soon fell asleep. A few days later on. Saturday my brother was staying with my grandparents for the weekend, Dad doing overtime as usual so it was only Mom and I in the house. “Why don,t I run us a bath, Joe Honey! I need to relax a bit?” Mom asked. “Okay Mom.” Our bath wasn,t that big, but with my back to the taps Mom could lay between my legs fairly comfortably as I loved to massage her titties occasionally fingering her.