I circled each error with a red pen. As we went through each page of her assignment, I could feel the electricity crackling between us. I wanted to ru... my leg against hers, but I f0rced myself to act professionally.I couldn’t remember the last time I sat so close to a beautiful young woman like Soleil, or any woman, for that matter. Having been long since widowed, and not much for the social scene, I seldom dated. My life consisted of teaching, and going home to an empty house. I might have a. A scrap of conversation. Her standing naked in the kitchen, showing Roger her tattoos and piercings, opening her legs and pulling back her left cunt lip to show him the small tattoo that read slave. Then, pulling off the wig to show him that John had shaved her head bald. Roger had turned to John dumbfounded and nearly fell over when John announced casually that he could pimp her out more easily if her hair color was adjustable. Roger had yelled and screamed and threatened and ultimately kicked. Transformation complete, Krissy.’ She said. ‘Now it’s your turn to dress me. How should a trainee slut’s mistress dress do you think?’ She got out a pair of sheer black stockings and a black satin corset, black stilettos with chrome heels and a black PVC dress with a zip running the full length of the front. I laced her into the corset, arranging her tits so that they bulged, giving an impressive cleavage. Next I helped her on with the stockings, adjusting the seams to ensure. She fought like never before yet her confidence decreased with each passing nanosecond. The expert finger-fucking and cunnilingus were too much to endure and she climaxed, ending her useless struggle with a whimper. "Oh Cari ... don't. Oh gawd, don't do that." Darn, I wanted your little lover to prolong the orgasm, but I see it's too late." Sandra put her mouth right on Dawn's ear and taunted her with her tongue. "I see what Cari meant when she told me that she was your mistress."Dawn didn't.