Mistress jerked metoward where the cart stood. I stood in position while she attached theharness. She removed the rod gag from my tongue and I savored...thefreedom. My tongue was dry and felt like it belonged to someone else.It was several moments before the sensation of moisture and feelingreturned.This occurred only after the metal bridal and bit had been fitted on myhead. The Mistress then mounted the cart and attached the chain from myballs to the hook on the cart. I felt the pull and knew it. As she strutted over to me drenched in jizz and sweat while dressed in only her high heels, jewelry and a smile, she assured me that tonight was everything she had hoped it would be and that we would be doing this very same thing again. As I admired my sufficiently fucked, cum-covered friend that night, I couldn't know how my life had changed. Had it not been for Jessie's willingness to live up to my fantasy, my sex life would have looked much different over the course of the next few years.. She turns carefully onto her back and then reaches down to grab his erection. When her hand closes over it, she is puzzled.This doesn’t feel right. Roman’s cock should be hotter than this.Suddenly, she opens her eyes and realizes that Brea is in bed with her, not Roman. It is the dildo being worn by her daughter, not Roman’s cock that she is grabbing. Her dream is reality—sort of. The realization startles her for a moment then she settles back into the role her daughter obviously wants her to. Grant, Taylen is right about your clothes and your attitude towards your fellow classmates. I’m this close to letting her deck you and not report it. Look, don’t make me the bad guy here, Grant has that title well managed for the entire campus,’ proclaimed a calm Professor Reid. ‘I’m sick of you blaming everyone else for your mistakes Grant. The next time you step foot in my classroom or lab, you better be wearing appropriate clothing or you’re out of here with no questions asked. Now.