”I managed a smile, and left.God. I’d left the extra bit of curtain safety-pinned to the standard one. How to communicate with the girls now? I wa... paranoid about using the phone, or email, or messaging at all. And what about the texts and email we’d already sent and received?In the event the girls found me at the end of my last class, and on reflection that was as safe as anything - it was only natural I would want to discuss it with them, and on school premises in a classroom couldn’t be. Her black skimpy panties out of which her fat clitty pokes and hardens a bit too quickly as she gets into her girdle and tightens up. Next, back to that naughty clitty. A pink, chastity cage covers that; and a hair band around her swollen love eggs take care of them so that they swell up into a single, swollen lump that she hides as she tucks herself away and struts a little before slipping into her heels and letting her natural, gurly walk take over and she goes out of the bathroom for another. I send one of my similarly afflicted female friends a steady stream of GIFs of Chris Hemsworth nearly falling out of his low-slung jeans in Thor. I still don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me accept I am constantly changing my panties or pressing my clitoris against some bar stool as I think about cock.So how did this all happen to me, a good christian girl?Being such a good girl meant I needed to know what constituted a bad girl, in order to avoid these pitfalls or the devils work.I was. I look around at daddy's friends, all of them semi erect from what they had just witnessed.Daddy looks around with a grin on his face, "say kitten, are you still thirsty?"I blush and look around at the crowd of large musky men gathered around me, my cunt wet and twitching at the thought of being drowned in their piss and used like a communal fuck toy.I look up at my handsome daddy with pleading eyes and slowly nod."Any of you boys want to try him out ? Don't worry if you miss his mouth he can.