I pushed the front of my shorts down, fisted my hard cock, pressed to her, sliding my cock between her legs, hitting her cunt directly. Wiggling the h...ad, it penetrated her lips, I shoved forward, grabbing each hip bone, pulling firmly. A deep groan shook her body as my cock invaded her depths."Jesus Rich," she muttered. I watched the girls at the table, happily having their French toast. I pressed to Cathy hard, burying my cock balls deep in her soaked depths. I stood, afraid to move, afraid. He had been dressing like this for two weeksnow. His grades and lack of attention to his homework had resulted inhis mother coming up with the idea that required him to dress like agirl till his homework was done. No exceptions were tolerated.He would be allowed to go back to normal if he finished the semesterwith a strong showing.The pressure of his grandmother coming over made it difficult to do hishomework. When he finished his homework he walked to the living room topresent it to his mother. Come for dinner at seven.”“Thank you!” She leant forward and kissed his cheek.**********************That Saturday evening she was a little stumped as to what to wear – most of her outfits seemed either too formal or too casual. She eventually settled for a frilly black bra and knickers, dark red blouse, knee-length black skirt, black stockings and heels. A leather jacket completed the ensemble and she took a cab to the Harrison’s house.John opened the door when she rang the bell. “You look. After a brief conversation, the prostitute returned to the brothel and the guardsmen went on their way.Raven returned and nodded toward the door while addressing the women. "They're drawing baths. Alice will let you in on the details. We'll be at the Leaping Wench just down the street."The women filed into the brothel. Kayleen walked with Yani, who had calmed down after a large dose of her tea. The dark-haired woman had a distant look in her eyes."C'mon, let's get to the Wench," Raven said, and.