'Yo Raj, what's the answer to A?' said my friend Ivan, sitting next to me. That snapped me out of my daydream, and I quickly started doing the work, t...ying to not arouse suspicion.'Huh what? Oh, sorry man, haven't done it yet,' I replied. Once I was confident that he was looking away, I returned my gaze to Miss Garrad. Today, she was wearing the black knee-length skirt, black tights, heels, a plain black shirt with a brown cardigan tied around her waist. Her hair was tied up. Suddenly, the bell. Her portable electric was covered now, for she had just finished the final revisions on her article for the magazine, and for the first time in a long while she had no impending deadlines or other responsibilities. Time enough to begin making friends with Cathy once more, and to make friends with all Cathy's chums, too. This young man for example. She looked at him with a smile. He was a beautiful boy, she thought, as lovely in his own way as Cathy was in hers. There was such an aura of young. She was unstrapped from the chair, and pushed down onto her knees. She began to try to use some of the things she’d seen Candi do, but she wasn’t ready to try deep-throating yet. With the nipple clamps still attached to her breasts, the doctor was able to give Jenny an orgasm for each load she swallowed. The men left when they had all been given head. Dr. Randall grabbed Candi’s leash and led her out. The doc’s goons took her back to her small bedroom, where more food was waiting for her. . I start to feel him licking the frosting from my asshole and I feel the contradictory sensation of enjoying his tongue and feeling repulsed by the touch of someone other than my master on my skin. J instructs me to stick my ass out, so it is easier for the guest to lick my “slutty asshole.” I do as I am told, of course. As he licks, more and more guests smear their cake on my neck, in my hair, on my face, on my legs. One bold woman shoves a giant slice of cake up my cunt and rubs me off with.