He took another bite of his doughnut, swallowed, and then continued, "Let's get started, shall we? This is the writer's workshop for anyone who might ...e in the wrong room."He took another bite as one student jumped up out of his seat and rushed off apologetically, "Sorry, wrong class."The instructor swallowed that bite and continued speaking, "Let's start by introducing ourselves, and revealing why each of us is here. I shall go first. I'm Henry, your instructor."He pointed to the student to. "I'm sorry..." I started saying but she cut me off."No. You aren't sorry... not yet," she enunciated every word carefully."Dave was a bit out of line, that's true. He was just making you squirm abit. I'm sure he didn't want to drag your crossdressing, shitty-diaper-covered ass to Stacey's place but I do now. I want you to suffer, now." I just want to get these clothes off. I'm frustrated and tired andhumiliated. Please? I'm really sorry," I begged her."No one calls me a bitch," she looked over. I pushed my tongue deep into his ass and felt his sweaty buttocks slide around my face. I then felt a massive cock head try to force its way into my ass. I flinched and moved away allowing the cock head to penetrate my pussy lips instead. Charles fucked me hard and fast forcing my mouth and tongue deep into Dan's ass.Dan soon pulled away and turned around forcing his now fully hard cock into my mouth, it was only around 2 minutes before he shot his second load into my body. Dan tucked himself. He could feel the heat of the fire as its warmth flowed over him. His eyes looked ahead. There was a large burgundy red leather chair set just six feet across from him. A small oak table was beside the chair. A clear glass bottle half filled with some blackened liquid stood on the edge of the table near the chair's arm rest.He couldn't see any doors through the shadows that filled the far end of the room. The fire only seemed to reach half way as if darkness had drawn a line where the light was.