.." he said, "come on. My treat." Asian?" I asked, not overly enthused. I found spicy food a bit muchnow, even when it wasn't hot spices made me... ga...sy. Yeah food wasdifferent."Burgers..." he said as he took me to a dumpy little Frog Burgerrestaurant. "I'm a sucker for this place." Oh. Right." I felt stupid for assuming Shang would want Asian food. Hemust hate stereotypes. I was starting to get my head around theassumptions people made about me because of my gender. Race would beequally. Allen said mockingly. “How kind of you to finally join us.”“I’m sorry, Mr. Allen,” I said. I began to blush, as one of my stockings was slipping down, and the other students were staring at me. “I think it’s my clock. The alarm didn’t go off. I’ll have to get a new one.”“Come up here, Iris.” Mr. Allen motioned toward his desk.I gingerly stepped forward. “It won’t happen again, Sir.”“Let’s make certain it doesn’t, hmm? Tardiness is VERY UNBECOMING of a young lady, Iris. WHEN I REQUIRE. The sensation was a real contrast to theconstriction of the waspie and the gentle but firm grip of my brasstraps. A distinctly erotic contrast. As I threaded the suspenders on therestrictive waspie down through the leg-holes of my silky knickers myerection got firmer and firmer.I now realised that this style of knicker was perfect if one had athrobbing erection. There was room for the cock to grow without escapingfrom the silky embrace of the knickers. It was almost as if the femininegarment. You make me so hot with you being like this all the time."I took his hand and led my oldest son upstairs where we had a lovely hour of sex. He, like his brother, was thrilled at the new complete openness we were having. He told me I just made him hard all the time and he loved every second of it.I told him I'm already enjoying three horny males all the time and was looking forward to as much sex as they could offer. He seemed pretty thrilled.It was true, I was turning into a sex-hungry wife and.