The other girls weren't fighting.She was startled by their touch as they twisted her hips and bent her over. Her mouth was full and her protests just ...ame out as muffled squeaks. She felt a slash of cold on her rear as a finger started to probe her little button. The older of the girls held her in place roughly with one hand at the back of her neck and the other pulling at Brooklyn's arse cheek. She was held tight to the girls side. She felt the cold tip of the oil can force it's way past her. People started murmuring amongst themselves and from my prone position I saw a woman licking her lips, the look in her eyes was positively hungry.The man of the house had followed me and now he rested a booted foot besides me and kicked off. In surprised I felt the raised platform spinning slowly around like a roundabout and in one swift movement my horse-tail-plugged anus was exposed to the whole room.‘Who would like first taste?’ asked my mistress of the room, ‘perhaps you, Lady Sandra?’ This. As an admirer of my mother looks and fashion I always fantasizedabout how I would look as a girl and now was my chance. I went into mymothers walk-in closet and started picking out the most sexy things shehad from Pink lace panties, black garter belt, thigh high stockings,spiked Red high heels and a Red sequin encrusted spandex dress. I placedevery thing on my bed as I would put them on and ran to the shower. Buynow I was fully erect and could hardly stop from stroking my shaft. Ishampooed my. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.My fingers dug into my tits, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.I stared at that.Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I didn’t. There.