"Come on, Girly-girl, let's get going. I've still got to brush your hair anddo your makeup," Janie said.I pulled up my knee socks, and put on the same...high-heeled Mary Janes as theday before. Then came the stiff but light white cotton blouse, with a peterpan collar and lace all over the place. Finally the little black, red andgreen plaid skirt zipped up over my ass, and just barely over it. It musthave ended six inches above my knee. Once again, Mr. Stevens had made bothJanie and I into a sexy. I didn’t know that they followed me back, I apologized to them, and I confessed that seeing them made me want them and bad, Lisa told me to take off my shorts, I complied; she told me lay on the bed and I complied; Wendy told me to jack myself off for them, and I… complied. I was lying there exposed dick in hand jacking off violently, Wendy told me to slow down that this was for their enjoyment, and not mine. I controlled my breathing, slowed my pace, and I looked at them, they were on each. At one moment she turns around and gave a quick sneak of my dick but didn't say anything after that.I'm sure she was able to see it clearly!After we finished she stood up and pulled her panties first and then her yoga pants. She was wearing normal gray panties, nothing fancy or sexy.I quickly said: Are you wearing a thong? At that moment I died a bit in myself! The inner me was like: What are you doing? This won't work and she will probably tell everyone about this!But I was drunk and horny and. Part of Ayesha wished, as she watched Alexa stroke and feel her cock, small delicate fingers tracing over her skin, feeling the texture, the warmth, the reality of it, that she had done this that first night, but that would’ve been too soon, it would’ve made, then Alex, just another victim of her prevailing arousal. By waiting she hadn’t just secured herself a gorgeous, long-term fucktoy, but a lover.“What do you want me to do?..” He asked, blushing as he looked up at her, his uncertainty.