Ms Angelo (that’s the vice-principal’s name) was wearing one of those black sexy office dresses that really bring out your body and make all the b...ys drool (although I was close to drooling myself) and the fact that she was wearing high heels didn’t help much . In fact I was staring at Ms Angelo’s swaying hips as she made her way to her desk and sat behind it. Apparently I was so evident that Ms Angelo shot me a quizzical look.“Sit down, please.”I quickly obeyed her and sat down.“Do you know. "Your Mummy is dying to see her Sissy again, once we enter the room agraceful full curtsy bowing your head at the same time. Remember what Isaid won't you and always take little mincing steps," she said with anenthusiastic look on her face while putting a little drawstring pursewhich matched my outfit over my left wrist.Once again I demonstrated to myself just what a proper sissy I reallyam. Before leaving the room I stood before the mirror straightening mysash, checked to see the lace hung. It was during my first semester in Speech class where I met Dwight. Dwight was a tall, handsome sophomore with thick black hair, big brown eyes, and a panty-melting smile. We got paired up in a debate about private businesses using their religious beliefs and if they should be allowed to not provide birth control to their female employees. He argued for the businesses; I argued for the women.I researched my ass off, but in the end, he beat me out and I was pissed. I mean, how could anyone side. So I let him continue at his own pace and we wentslipping down over the sofa until he finally got over me, and I shylyhugged him, attracting his body closer to mine, our kisses getting wetterand hotter.He began unbuttoning my shirt while gently kissing my chest, and once myshirt was off he whispered to my ear if I preferred to move to my room. Iwas so horny by then that I asked him to stay there, and then helped himundress, revealing his sexy complexion, and a promising hard-onstretching the.