Once I had it opened, I saw there was no new e mails, so I just reread the one she had sent me. She told me to dress like a normal girl again. The las... time that happened, the school was being investigated and Mistress didn’t want them to know anything about her whore.So, I shut the computer down and dug out my old school clothes. I had not worn them in so long I wasn’t even sure they would fit me. I got out one of the skirts and blouse sets that looked nice and then found my old panties and a. Claire had gone out in a low cut black top that pushed together and showed off her ample cleavage and a thigh length black skirt with fishnets and black heels. Her friends had dressed more conservatively but were still out for fun. They’d visited a few of the bars in town and got very tipsy. Claire had snogged a few guys and even let one old guy in a pub finger her in the crowded bar. She’d wanked him off as well lifting her skirt to let him cum on her bush before he rubbed it in and all over. ”“Yeah,” Reggie says. “Boss likes gay dudes – not straight dudes. Everyone knows that.” It was the longest sentence Reg had said in months and I don’t mean that pejoratively. He was quiet – like I said. So when he talked, folks listened. All the guys nodded.“That’s right.”“Doesn’t perv.”“He ain’t one of those gay-boys that pervs on ya,” said Seymour, with authority . . . if what you mean by authority is that he’s a full-on-redneck-Trump-voting-gun-toting-Fox-News-watching maniac. But, he lays. It was amazing. If my panties were any indication Ryan seemed to really enjoy it too. They were almost completely covered in his cum. "Damn that was awesome," he said. "You want me to throw these in the laundry," he asked with a smile. "No," I said a little too quickly. "Just put them on the sink." He grinned even wider, set them on the sink, and put his cock back in his shorts. He smiled with a mischievous look in his eye as he left the bathroom. I turned off the water and took a minute to get.