Then I watched as she put on her own wig, and brushed it out. When sheturned around, she really looked different. The makeup, and black wig hadreally ...hanged her look. She was sexy to start with, but this look ..."All right lover. Let's get your wig on."I sat at the table, she put the wig on me, and brushed it out. She spenta little longer on me, then she had on herself. Then she said, "Take alook."I turned, and looked in the mirror. And, just like with Kate, the wigmade a big difference in how. ''"What is it, Linda?" I asked. "My pussy is very wet and needs to be cleaned up. Can you help me out, Bart? Pretty please? I need you to hurry, it's running down my legs!" Luckily, the restaurant had tablecloths that went to the floor and actually I was ready for anything at that point. I slowly eased under the table and happily discovered thatLinda was right. She was sopping wet and so I passionately licked her legs and plunged my tongue into her oozing pussy.I noticed that she had shaved. If you do not obey, you will leave. You will follow instructions. You will be punished severely if you break any obligations or refuse any requests bestowed upon you. If you are a good slave, you will be rewarded because I do have a heart, but your happiness is at My mercy and your obedience is key. Understood?" Yes, Sir." You will call Me Master." Yes, Master." Undress."My thumbs seemed to be on auto-pilot as they slid the straps off my shoulders, revealing my milky white skin. Slowly, I slid. School is great. I think I’m gonna love it, especially English. I have this dreamy professor in Freshman English. If it wasn’t for regulation baring student/teacher fraternization, I’d fuck him. But, I wouldn’t want to get into any trouble, or get him into trouble. He’s so handsome with dark wavy brown hair, and eyes that look right trough you. I’m sure he can read my mind, and knows what I want to do with him. He’s also a wonderful teacher, very well versed in the classics – a real inspiration.