"The year was winding down. Two days left of school, and Tuesday was just a half-day.Baseball was done, at least school baseball. There was still Babe...Ruth League to look forward to. The team had done pretty good. We went twelve and one, losing our last game because the damn shortstop, who shall remain nameless, bobbled the ball in extra innings and let the runner from Wingate score.Mr. Hallowell turned out to be a pretty good student. He listened when I explained why I did certain things and. The bed shook as Jason pounded me from behind. His deep thrusting clapping his hips into my fat ass as I gripped the sheets and let out another squeal of pleasure.Jason's rough hands reached around and squeezed my tits and played with my nipples as I gasped and moaned."Your pussy is so fucking fat."I shouldn't be doing this, but the more I tell myself not to, the more intense the pleasure becomes. Feeling Jason inside of me, every stroke stimulating my walls only reminds that I'm Damian's. Heels are only for specialtimes. Come along."I traipsed behind Aunty Bev and she quickly picked out some awful, schooltype shoes; glossy black with no heel and a single thick strap and buckleover the instep."Uugh!" I grimaced."Don't worry darling, these will be for school. All the children wearthis type in your new school. They are called Mary Jane's."I tried them on, ensured they were a comfortable fit and then quicklyreverted to my lovely red heels. I wondered what sort of school a. A side room was furnishedwith a king-size bed and dresser, of matching maple. Off the bedroom, afull bath opened."Your office has a bedroom--and a bath?" Siren asked, incredulity in hertone."This is more my den. My office--the one in which I do most of thestudio's business--is through that connecting door--" he motioned towarda heavy paneled door between the bar and a mural that lookedsuspiciously like the work of Rembrandt--"but, had we gone there, we'dhave had to pass through Ms. Hendricks'.