"Mrs. Hemster, don't worry. I won't tell anyone. This will be our little secret."John patted his middle-aged colleague's bare thigh. Looking down, she...gasped and snapped her legs together and yanked her dress down. As John was leaving the teacher's lounge he wondered how Mrs. Hemster would handle the rest of the day with her sticky pussy exposed to the cool air through the torn panties. He impishly sent one last message as he left the lounge. Mrs. Hemster, you will not leave work early nor wash. He began to speak in a raspy voice, “Hello girls. My name is Aapep. You girls are now slaves. But not just any slaves. You will be trained to sexually please any man who can pay for you. I will give you some time to ponder this. Rest well, as your training starts tomorrow.”He left, and some of the girls lay down in the sand and started to sleep. I followed, and soon we were all sleeping.AmunetAmunet sighed as she looked at the new batch of girls. She would have to train one of these girls, and. Dylan had e-mailed me his post office box number, so I put the leopard-print silky bikinis in a manila envelope, addressed it to him and walked outisde to put it in my mailbox and put the flag up so the mailman would be sure to get it.Dylan e-mailed me two days later, saying that he loved the look and scent of my panties. He said he held them to his face and breathed the scent of my black, beautiful pussy while he jacked himself off. He said then he moved his panties down to his cock and came. I needed her to be someone other than my niece, my fifteen-year-old niece. I continued stroking my cock, putting my hand on the shower wall for support. I could feel my balls tightening for the impending release. Faster and harder I jerked, thinking of my cock ramming into Sally’s tight virgin pussy. Having her bent over the desk slamming into her ass, hearing her whimper with delight, begging for me to slam harder. I reached the breaking point. I pumped my swollen rod hard and fast for all it.