“If you like?” I wondered what her issue was.“Typical!” she muttered, turning away. I beat a retreat.The other arrivals were similarly challen...ing, in one way or another. Some were argumentative, some tearful, some paranoid. Some were just loud. A lot of them had weird hair, piercings, strange clothes or tattoos, or a mixture of all these symbols of unwanted rebellion.Janice had assured every parent that there was no uniform, no dress code, and no likelihood of their child being sent home again. I looked up into her face asking permission. I noticed that her friend was getting undressed. She nodded and smiled. She thrust her hips forward and opened herself for me. I watched her face as I gave her several long slow licks with a soft, flat tongue. She gave a soft sigh and moved her feet further apart for balance. I felt her friend take one of my hands from her hip and place it on his cock. I started stroking a very generous cock to life. I found her little button with my tongue, and. "But Miss Presswell sounded like she had some hellish scheme in mind forme. Will I be changing sissies' panties again?"Serena unhooked his bra and he was naked. "Probably that, yeh," she saidin a hurry, and stood up as the manageress turned to them."Put him in these shoulder petticoats," she said, "and I want him inSnow-White knee-highs and crystal pumps to match this dress."Jason's heart felt like it fell in his chest when he saw the pink dresshanging on the door of the closet. It filled out. “No no no, sir. You don’t get to move.” She gave your lips a taunting peck as she moved back, her hands placed on your thighs. She rubbed the top of your thighs in a circular motion, as you feel that each time she gets more and more tantalizingly close to your crotch. Your body can only respond the way it can, as your pants tighten, a bulge beginning to develop ever so close to the girl’s soft hands. Another giggle emerges from her lips as her hands lift up, only leaving her fingertips.