Jasmine demanded I get down on my knees and I asked her for what. She said I either had to prove I wasn’t a goody goody and do what she said or just...admit that I was a scared little girl and that I had to call myself that from then on if I didn’t do it. So, I did it. I got down on my knees. The boys were all looking at us like we were crazy. She told me to open my mouth and to leave it open. I didn’t understand why, but I was tired of her being a bitch to me, so I just did it and then she told. Don’t get hard.Sid was doing everything he could to prevent what was happening below his waist. Thoughts of high school baseball, working at Home Depot, and even clipping his toenails weren’t helping. Not while my mom is watching!The obvious changes to her son’s member did not go unnoticed by Trish. He’s grown, she thougth, as she stared on. Mrs. Harman had watched intently while Dr. Harjob performed her very thorough evaluation, and was somewhat surprised to see the unpleasant nature of. That leotard was about two sizes smaller than was necessary. I watched as she pulled it up her shapely legs, over her slightly rounded belly, and then up over her enlarged breasts to slip her arms into the sleeves. Then she grabbed the material over her breasts and shook the leotard as she shook her breasts trying to get everything in the right places. I watched as she slipped her fingers into her leg openings and tugged it out so as to cover her fat pussy. I smiled as she pulled on her. Her left hand; an elbow length black latex glove with a black fingerless leather glove overtop. A lamb thrown to the slaughter.The leather pants told a story.A second skin.The knee high combat boots were polished regularly.You could tell."no questions.....good. Just the way I like it." With a snickering smile."Strip.....I like them vulnurable"I proceeded to follow the instructions. A mound of clothing dropped to the floor."Put these on" She handed me black hinged handcuffs. She kept them in her.