Coming back to reality, webcam off, I stand back from my desk and letdown my ponytail. Ann insisted I wear my ponytail high rather than low.Very femin...ne, not at all like a guy would wear it. But that was thepoint. Ann was moving me more and more close to appearing as a woman. Ihave not had my hair cut, except to trim up split ends, since we marriedthree and a half years ago. My pony tail is quite long. My camera checkshowed it was not noticeable, so I kept it up for my class. It seems thateach. They look at each other and smile sort of knowing what's going to happen, she looks at me pulls my face to hers and we kiss that sort kiss that you have before sex, slow sensual with tongues flicking each other wet lips mashing together. He in the mean time has been rubbing my cock through my jeans he decides that now he wants to touch it for me. My zip goes and then my belt , buttons undone then he's kneeling if front of me tugging my jeans and boxers down. I lift my hips to accommodate him.. " "Is it a whipping horse?" my voice goinghoarse with fear but at the same time my erection, which had slackened duringthe walk across the room, stiffened again. Why should the prospect of painexcite me so? "It is indeed and I intend to introduceyou to it very shortly. First, close your eyes and keep them closed." I compliedwith his order. I could hear him walk round the room, open and shut a doorand return to my left side. "Keeping your eyes closed and your handsby your sides, lean back. ”“School?”“There’s supposed to be three of us, they won’t let me start alone. ‘Unfair advantage,’ the school said.”“Good, my repo crew is the girls.”“The Quints? Holy Shit! Talk about a disguise.”Olivia, Charlotte, Harper, Sophie and Emily Rychert, Polish immigrants and a year older. Beauties in their own right, disappeared with their father when a commissar decided to bring ‘em up right. He claimed it was the State ... he was another Beria.They escaped to England and England shipped them to.