I sit my backside down open my legs and lean backwards as I lift up my dress and hitch my wet knickers to the side exposing my slick pussy. “That’... my good girl,” you say and my eyes are closed because really I can’t bear the scrutiny despite needing it. “Now show me how you touch it,” you add, still in that tone. I’m practically dripping as I part my soft lips and rub my juices over my swollen clit. “Does that feel good?” you ask and though it would feel better if it were your fingers on me, I. Shementioned that I needed to skip off stage, after I pick up the hankie.This way my crinoline, dress, and panties would be showing as my dressedbounced up & down. She said, trust me Jilly, everyone will just loveseeing how you skipped off stage.Well, I did as Sarah told me. After singing I'm a little tea pot Icurtsied then turned to leave, while I drop the hankie and bent down topick it up showing everyone my cute frilly rhumba panties. Just likeplanned you could hear everyone go, Oh, My, how. Her name was Courtney, and at 18 years old, she was the perfect girl on the outside. Of course, other than knowing that she had straight dark-brown hair and a very nice ass, I knew next to nothing about her. That was about to change, however. I have no idea what prompted her to speak to me, but it happened, and I’m not complaining. It was Friday, end of the week, and at exactly 3:00 PM, the bell rang, and there was the usual flurry of activity to and from the lockers. I was looking. “Ohhh fuckkk. Slut!”I smiled at him, got off his lap, and pulled his tracks down.“My girlfriend and I haven’t had sex so I didn’t shave,” he explained as I grabbed his hairy balls.“It’s perfect,” I told him and got on my knees. And my previous employer positioned his dick on my mouth and started fucking it.While I was getting deep-throated for the second time, I realized what a slut I have become. Aniket moaned loudly as he drilled my mouth.“Fuck..Baby, mera nikal jaega aaj jaldi. I missed.