Hank shoves his cock down Tami's throat,makeing her gag hard. Hank use's her throat like a pussy,just balls to tip. Tami has spit running down her tit...,almost to her pussy. Hank says I'm close, I reach over grabbing nipple chain slowly pulling it. Hank buries his cock balls deep as I yank chain hard,makeing her scream as Hank cums down her throat.Tami is beaten, but I'm not though with her yet. I move her to weight bench,recuffing her on her belly. Now Tami, I'm going to fuck you like you have. ” “I can imagine.” I asked if he smoked weed. He had but said it wasn’t something he did too often and he asked me the same question. “I do enjoy wine and weed from time to time and it’s something I’ve done here before.” He laughed and I said, “You don't wanna know what I did last time I was here.”He laughed again and said, “Really? Go on, tell me.” “No, you wouldn’t like it.” He promised not to tell and said that he’d bought me a clam roll so… ‘Doh, what the hell,’ I thought and then told him,. Underwear? You’ve got to be kidding. Panties would be in the way of those tantalizing fingers searching and soothing and electrifying me, my cunt, setting my whole body to trembling and explosion.It was hard to concentrate on anything else that day and it went extra slow. Finally, I was at my locker at the end of the school day. I put my books away, brushed my hair an extra stroke and walked down the hall, opening the door to Mr. Emerson’s class and there he was in his little back office. . Panties. Heels. Earrings (although my ears weren't pierced).She bought me a black dress. A red one. A patterned skirt. Now she wassaying I needed more.Then she pulled out one last item. It was in a small black case. Insidewas a dull gray metal...contraption. I looked at her oddly."It's a chastity belt," she said, grinning. "A cock cage. It's likehandcuffs for your cock. That now belongs to me, missy." I don't want to wear that," I said feebly. It sounded odd. I had justfallen in line with.