The wig. Although like all the others I foldthem neatly even though I'm hurrying... then hurry back to stand in line."Don't you all look so gorgeously...pathetic?" Mistress Black says, withthe tone of voice that indicates she's aroused "Feminised and chastisedand naked all for me... lets' make you squeal!"And suddenly we're sprayed with freezing cold water, and we jump aboutand squeal as she hoses us down, washing off all that alabaster make-up... I'm sure she keeps doing it for longer than. And just two days before Christmas, two girls from UGA with whom I had become really good friends, Kelly and Katie, dropped by to see me for a few minutes on their way in to Atlanta for last minute Christmas shopping.I was also glad that Dad had given me a few Christmas gifts for my old Nissan Pathfinder. I was installing the new seat covers Christmas afternoon when Jennifer called me on my cell phone. She said that she was bored in Atlanta and wanted to drive up and see me the next day. She. Staring at those heels so perfect with pointed toes made from leather, I could feel my cock bulging, her chair swung toward me her leg bobbing up and down my eyes following every movement……….. For some reason this meeting felt different. “Just to let you know, I heard you talking to the guys about what you wanted to do to me, how you would, how did you put it?” Shit! “ Erm erm I don’t know what you mean” “I think you do” her voice stern, her hand reaching in the top draw of her desk her leg. Markus looked so flushed; he had expression on his face I knew well.“A foursome?” enquired Linea, incredulous as if all her birthdays came at once.Surreptitiously, I teased the soft folds of her sex with my fingers. Splaying her labia, I released its wetness.I nodded slowly, “A bisexual foursome.”That hour was sixty minutes too long.Late, in my room, Markus wanted it on his back, a hard fucking, an exhibition fuck as much as a pleasurable one. My firm grip of his ankles, the canter of my hips.