‘Sorry Master, but yes of course I will be your model slave on Monday. What time do you want me here?’ I could not punish her for the indiscretion...now. ‘Oh thank you Jessica, any time after six will do Mr. Smith won’t be here until Seven. Now how about the guided tour.’ I showed her my kinky domain. Starting with the rope machine room. The air had the tang of chemicals similar to those in a fabric shop. The machines were quiet, the machine had switched itself off after completing the weaving. She hugged me back hard and buried her face into my neck and shoulder. She sobbed a little, but her hot breath on my neck was starting to turn me on. Theresa kissed my neck, then my ear. I turned and kissed her. I pulled back and stood up. She reached up and pulled my shorts down, springing my cock free inches from her face. She reached up slowly and wrapped her hand around my cock. Theresa looked up at me, licked her lips, and took my cock in her mouth. Theresa was an expert cocksucker. She. "Do you think my bubbies are big? My teacher Mr. Smith says I have the biggest ones in my whole grade six class." They're lovely Cheryl," and John rolled a rubbery nipple between his thumb and index finger. "Does Mr. Smith do this?" He cupped and squeezed her DD breasts as he inserted a finger into the snug clasp of her juicy twat."Mmm hmm... sometimes Mr. Policeman," and then the make-believe schoolgirl quickly unzipped his fly and bared his rigidly erect tool. "Oh Golly Mr. Policeman.... Finally reaching the offices, I went to Antonio’s office and let him know I was in now. He was on a call, so I merely waved to let him know I was here and pointed to my office so he would know where to find me when he was done.Walking into my office amid the gentle sounds of the dulcimer, I knew Sharice was already there. I was surprised to find both Jacques and Pierre sitting in my office with an unknown pony girl kneeling beside them.“Hello Jacques, Pierre,” I said as I walked over to Sharice.