When the dress was settled, I turned her around and zipped it up. I turned her around again to face me. I held up my hand, palm outward. And as she wa...ched I pressed it against the front of her dress and ran it deliberately all over her breasts and abdomen. Immediately dark stains began to appear in the fabric of her dress, showing where my semen still lay wet on her skin. I extended a forefinger and wiped some of the semen from her chin. I held my finger in front of her so she could see it. Seeing the affect he had made him smile. He loved it when she blushed. He knew it was time to change the subject so she would feel more comfortable again. “Okay I need to know, do you have a schoolgirl dress like the ones your sisters were wearing,” he asked changing the subject.Wondering why, she thought and remembered she had brought one, “Yes I have a black one like Stacy’s. It has a shirt to go with it that looks like a schoolgirl shirt too; only it is a half shirt and shows a lot of my. This was my moment of revenge.The DVD began playing and at first it was generic images and short videos. People were more or less paying attention when a picture of me appeared on the screen. It was the picture from the yearbook that had originally started all of this. The description wasn't with it, but everyone remembered the infamous words and soon there was a buzz of conversation drowning out the music behind the slides. That buzz dropped quickly to total silence as the next scenes came. I was surprised that there was only a slight urge to frig myself as I towelled my body. I managed to resist the temptation, saving it for when I went to bed and I could use a dildo. I made myself something to eat, and then sat down to watch some TV. I was beginning to doze off on the sofa, when the phone rang. When I answered it, it was Alan. I was surprised to hear his voice after so long, I thought that he'd gone off me. It turned out that his wife had finally come to the end of her tether.