"That sucks." I said grinning, knowing I meant something else. I smiled at him and said "Whom do you have to screw to get some service around here?" W...ll me." He said.Just what I needed to hear "You got that right." I said as I sized him up.Then I caught him, staring at my chest. I have a nice pair of 36 C's that I like to display often. He noticed I noticed. His eyes shifted back to mine. "Ummm." He stammered.I smiled "Happens a lot when I wear this tank top." Then I winked. This was going to. She has a history of body shaming and issues around eating. There is a side to her, almost like second identity it seems that is more then likely the real her. The individual we see here on the outside is what she formed herself into, the perfect c***d to please her parents and everyone around her. That is so sad… And what is this? Looks like she has a major turn on for total gluttony! This one really has buried a lot of inner feelings. I imagine if she gets just a small taste of what it is. Thank you, Miss Downey.” Katherine felt the juices flowing between her legs and feared that her bladder would let go all over her Form Mistress’ knees.Helen Downey raised her small, but extremely hard right hand, in the air and paused for a moment.“Right. Katherine. You are going to learn this afternoon that you never miss detention and always do whatever your teachers tell you to do. Is that understood, girl?” Helen smiled and sent her hand hurtling towards the plump buttocks lying over her. ‘Hey Birdie, come and see what I have found!’ She called to her s****r as she stepped inside my Clubhouse. Then my other cousin looked in the door and broke out into a loud laugh. ‘Oh shut up and get in here!’ Joan said closing the door behind her. ‘What are you doing, Johnny?’ she asked pulling at the hem of my dress as I tried to hide my deflating cock. ‘Oh come on s*s you know what he’s doing, the little sissy is whack’n off.’ Birdie said walking over to my side and yanking the panties I had.