“I ain’t getting busted for no piece of ass.”Piece of ass? I thought to myself. Is that what he thought I was, a piece of ass? I had worked hard...to get myself in shape and I was proud of what I had accomplished and now this dude that didn’t even know me was referring to me as a piece of ass? “Hey, dick wad,” I replied, “I’ve got your piece of ass and then some.” “Shut the fuck up, bitch, before you get us busted,” Vegas replied. Did he really call me a bitch? OK, that did it. I stammered out. "This gets better all the time." Maybe they only think it's miraculous that a student can be smart nowadays?" I responded, hoping to keep him talking so I could figure out what his ultimate angle was. I really wanted to know whether he had any plan to report this story honestly or not."Good point. Mind if I use that line in the next article?" Would it make any difference if I did?" I asked pointedly."Probably not," he laughed, "but I want to make sure I get your language correct. I wouldn't. Tom's ass was not red. No wonder he had jumped at the opportunity for a switch.After lunch Mistress Beth and I went back to our own apartment and as soon as we were through the door she made me kneel and suck. She grabbed my hair and ground my face into her twat. She was very stern. "That was a naughty thing you did this morning. By the color of your ass I can see that Mistress Brenda punished you." By the sounds coming from next door it sounded like Brenda was already giving it to Tom too.. About 30 minutes later they knocked on the wheel house door, and when I opened it there Gene was, wearing a tight short skirt, dark mesh nylons, a blonde wig, and very sexily made up, almost like the makeup had been applied by a professional. And around his neck was a leather collar, with a leash attached that allowed Janine to control 'her.' My cock was very hard, and she caressed it through my pants. He clearly liked seeing her play with me....and when she unzipped my pants and freed it, he.