I turned just as Susan leaned over to picked up the salt and pepper shakers from the table. It was a cock-hardening sight as her firm tits hung like r...pe friut just barely inside the confines of the skimpy material.She looked up and catching sight of the six Black studs, smiled broadly and made for the door. In a few seconds she was down the verandah steps and they were crowded around her and very politely greeted her, thanked her, and generally drooled at what they saw and what she was. When it came time for her to do her thing, I had instructed them both before on how I'd like to see her start. She was to stand him up, and go to her knees. She would unbuckle his pants and pull them down, without his help. She did all this like a pro, and then pulled his underwear down. His cock flopped out, already hard, and inches from her face. He had previously told us he was about 8 inches, and wasn't lying. This was going to be the biggest she's ever had. She stroked it a few times. "Oh," she whispered. "I look so..."Marcie stepped up behind her and whispered in her ear. "Helen will give you lessons and a couple things that will make you look older when you need to. It's too bad that Steve couldn't see the look on your face just then." I ... I guess I haven't really looked closely at myself in a mirror since early this morning. I didn't expect..."Marcie took Meg's hand and led her out of the restroom before the other women heard what they were talking about. Outside, Steve. “I want you to go out with me. Agreed?” Another smack landed on the back of Sharon’s leg. Sharon gasped. That was just what she wanted to do. “Yes please, Miss” she replied quickly groaning but feeling aroused at the same time. “My rules; my discipline. You obey me or get spanked. Understood?” Again Miss Emily smacked the back of Sharon’s leg. She looked at how red the leg was. Good, she thought. Sharon was taking the smacking which showed she was delegating control over her. Sharon gasped.