"Yeah, and you'll be thinking with your cunt."Heather's lips parted. Some of her conviction wavered. "What the hell does that mean?"Brad grinned. "I c...n't fuck you, so you'll have to do it yourself." All right, settle down," said the instructor, causing Heather to flinch. "Last night's homework on your desk. Now."Heather took out her notebook and opened it. She leaned back in her seat and tried to focus on the lesson. But her mind would not let go of what Brad had said to her.So what was he. When I finally finished putting myself together, I looked in the mirror and amazed myself. I looked HOT. Maybe my makeup was a bit over the top, but what the hell, right? My concession to my love of slutty behavior was a studded leather collar with a large "D" ring in front of my neck, and a bright, fuscia-colored belt with a sliver rhinestone-encrusted buckle that proudly stated, "SLAVE" in huge letters. Promptly at 7:55 P.M., I heard the unmistakable sound of a Harley pull up in front of my. Although I'm not proud of it, I'd often sneak out and try to get a look at the neighbor girl, Sara, through her bedroom window. Sara was a few years older than me but still a teenager also. At that age, a few years was a big deal, however. I never really saw much of her, but it was thrilling anyways. One day after school, I noticed Sara had her friend over, Jennifer. Jennifer was beautiful. Long sandy blonde hair, thin, fit body and small but perky, perfect boobs and the cutest little butt. Margo's naked body pushed against Caroline's nude form pushing her more tightly into me. She spoke in a low voice, "Somebody has entirely too many clothes on. Caroline, I think we should do something about that."The two of them took over undressing me; one worked from my waist down, and the other from my waist up. I quickly became a willing participant. As my briefs got yanked down my legs, my erection swung into view.Caroline grabbed my shaft and brought her mouth to my crown, lapping and.