.Bobby...Bobby likes it. Why is that so important? Mrs. Taylor isnice though, she tells me things and...and I must do what she tells me.I still don't ...nderstand why I got these tattoos. They are sogirlie...yeah, that's why. Mrs. Taylor said that they would make me fitin better so no one will discover my secret. She also said that havingbreasts was a good idea too. I had too agree that all my classmates hadbigger tits than I do...n...I do look just like they do down there. Ithink the breast pump. They watched Helen's fucking and she controlled his arousal through painful pressure on his balls and skillful stroking of his cock. Several minutes passed. Her manipulations had taken him far beyond the point of ejaculation. The son-in-law groaned and spilled his sperm in Helen's cunt. His shriveled cock fell from her and he took his seat at his mother-in-law's side. Priscilla sounded the gong and the bosses' wife led her husband's employee to Helen and inserted his cock stroking her clit as. When the class ended at three, it was time for more target practice, until six. After dinner, it was time for martial arts training with all the Ladies, lead by Kay. After nine, Monica had a hour of free time, before she went to sleep.About a week into this schedule, Monica complained to Kay about all the hours of monotonous target practice.Kay commiserated. "I know it's tedious, but we need you to be a great shot in a short time. Are you feeling more comfortable with the pistol?" Yes." And is. ”“Aren’t I?”She smirked. “Not technically. And if you don’t pretty soon I’m gonna fucking implode.”“It just seems like your first time should be … I don’t know … something.”Nikki opened her mouth to spit something back, but then her face turned a sort of russet shade.“How did you know?”“Educated guess,” he replied, finally confirming his inkling.She blushed. “I hate it, you know. It’s like carrying somebody else’s baggage.”He nodded.Despite the music and crowd noise, it felt like they were in.