Anna was not very tall, but the length of her arms and the rope slack worked out just about right. She was pulled tightly upright, her breasts pulled...up in proud naked display, but she wasn't quite on tiptoe. That would be sexy, undoubtedly, but it wouldn't be comfortable for her, and this position wasn't meant for true punishment. Not this first time anyway, I thought to myself.I ran the rope back to the the hinge side where I dropped it between door and frame, with the top door hinge. I began peeking inside but really couldn’t see anything. One bag was not drawn shut as tight as the other two. I looked in and thought I saw stockings but wasn’t sure. I slipped my hand inside and felt around. “Silky, cool, soft, yes; nylon stockings!” I thought to myself. I looked at the draw strings and saw that I could easily untie them and open the bag so that it just what I did. I opened the top of the bag wide and lying on top were the nylons. I began to pick up each little pile (pair). A sharp gasp escapes. Fuck, she thinks to herself, I can’t believe this is happening. Looking down, she sees this woman eating her pussy, a stranger until yesterday, hungrily attacking her womanhood. The analytical part of her mind wonders if this indeed makes her a lesbian, while the part of her that is enjoying the hell out of it screams ‘Sometimes you just got to say Fuck It’. Jenna is on her belly, propped up on her elbows, face buried in pussy, furiously attacking it with her tongue. The. I have to say that I never done or thought on that matter with another female, but Miss McMillan rocked my head. And also the whole situation contributed for me to take that stand.“What are you two doing?”“Making you relax, Miss. You are so stressed because of us that we need to solve your little problem”“Please, don’t even dare to...Oohhhhhhhhhhhh!”At first, I guess she would throw us out of the class for doing that, but...“Please, don’t stop! I need it so weeelll!”“See, Allan, how it.