I hadon a very tight fitting, low cut red dress which came up to about mid-thigh.The dress came with a little matching bolero jacket. To complement my...ress, I was wearing knee high black high heeled boots, underneath I waswearing black thigh high stockings, a waist cincher with garters, and ofcourse my very realistic life-like 40 D breast forms. A gaffe concealedmy private parts. While the jacket served its intended purpose ofconcealing my slightly over sized shoulders, there is nothing like a. Could you please tell it?"I got an evil grin on my face. "All of it?"My Principal resisted matching my grin. "Why not? Start with your impressions as a student. Then tell him the rest of it."Poor unsuspecting fool."Sure. Most of the week went smoothly. They there was an attempted rape. He was dealt with. But the attempted rapist's words as he attacked me showed me at least the real problem in the Program." What's that?" Ms. Q asked me in the tone of one who knew already what I am about to. "Other than the fact that you have the worst job in the world, honey, I see you've also lost your sense of fashion." "Mom, why in the world would you say that?" "Because your hair makes me want to throw up, and your clothes are even worse. I spit up in my mouth when I look at you!" Matty sat quietly in the corner, transfixed at how mean Grace's mom was. "Mother," Grace stood up furiously, "There is no need to be rude!" "Darling, I haven't even begun to be rude. I was going to start with you. You’re too big to fit.”“Well if you can’t get me off with your hand or your mouth I know what you’re going to need to do” He said. Then he commanded me, “Lie down.”Trembling I lay down on the floor. I thought I knew what he was going to do, but I was too petrified to do anything but obey. He got on top of me and pushed up my skirt. “Tell me what happens to little sluts who can’t suck.” He growled. I couldn’t respond. “They get fucked in their tight little pussies Molly. Say it.” I.