She was fascinated to realise that although his hands were filthy and his trousers caked with god knows what sort of dirt, his cock, as he pulled it o...t, was as pink as a baby. It was like a pink slug looking at her...she looked back...it twitched. She looked up and the full realisation of the position dawned on her.She was sitting at the feet of a stranger with her legs apart and the wet crotch of her pants on display. He had his cock in his hand and she could see that the situation had dawned. Melissa returned to her desk to think about what could be…..how she would have Lesley naked at her feet forehead on the floor arms outstretched in total submission…she was wet just thinking about she had followed Lesley’s career the last couple of years and had admired her rival from afar as well as one of her teachers known as Claire she would have that bitch as well.The thought of having Lesley and Claire naked on her cross made Melissa very very wet her hands rose to her tits squeezing them. I dressed up in my sexy outfit and loudly walked in my boots to the next room. My bitch was a slobbering mess.I took complete control over him. I put him on his back, because it was important for me to look deep into his eyes for what I had ready to tell him. I locked his wrists to his ankles and then to the tether and hooks in the ceiling. I surveyed my cocks all laid out and grabbed the smallest one. I took my bitch's medically hard dick, clit to him, and compared it to my smallest strapon.. Naked, she sat on the toilet in her bathroom and wondered what she would do that day. Too many of her days took the same form: Breakfast, swim, shower, get dressed. Take Emma, maybe Jamie down to Boquette, buy something they don't really need. Maybe visit the supermarket. Maybe have lunch in the square. Back home for a snooze, swim, tea, watch the news.Lauren found her bikini bottoms, pulled them on along with a short T-Shirt and wandered into the kitchen. She had a feeling, after glances.