It was not a list for academic achievement, nor was it a list for selection to some silly committee or athletic team. It was a list for the students s...lected to participate in the driver's education program in the final quarter of the school year. The school district funding had been cut back so drastically that the programs in all of the high schools were forced to serve only a limited number of students during the school year. This was the last chance Sarah would have to get the free training. . lousy mother ... slut ... little bitch" were just some of the words he used. "Look at yourself!" he yelled.I looked into the full length mirror on the den door and shuddered. I must have still been pretty drunk when I had gotten dressed, after some casual sex in an upstairs bedroom at the party, and done a poor job of it. My grey skirt was unbuttoned far enough up the thigh to see most of my black panties and there were enough buttons on my blue blouse done up wrong or not buttoned at all to. She cries out and grabs the faucet handles to keep her balance. His balls hit her clit and his bone hits her beautiful ass cheeks. He reaches around and fingers her clit. He strokes and rubs. In just a few minutes she is screaming and cumming. He feels the tingle in his loins and thrusts all the way in. Her pussy squeezes him and his cock flares. His cum rockets out of the end of his cock. The both cry out and cum together. He knees go weak and he falls to his knees."Oh god, baby. That was. "What a slut you are!" my lovely wife crowed as she looked down on me,a superior sneer she knew would excite me on her face. She was leaningback, her legs folded under her, the cock, wet from my mouth, juttingout and moving slightly as she spoke. "Unfortunately, you are a slutwith a rather . . . um, small sissy cock. What problem does that makefor me, sweetie?" my lovely wife, lover, and Domina asked.I hung my head. Her fingers grasped my chin, and she raised my head sothat our eyes met. "Look.