"Wow, my dad was good! I would have to thank him later."But you are not a female in the eyes of this school, do youunderstand?" he continued. "Yes, si...," I replied. What had my dad told him? "That was never myintention." Good," he said with that smug smile. "Then you are dismissed."---"He just let you leave without any punishment?" Ethan asked at lunch."That doesn't sound like him." I know!" I said. I couldn't believe that Dad had talked him out ofeverything! "I don't trust him," Emily said. I. And serve as Mistress Chantel had directed her to.Henrietta stepped up, and instantly there was a group of men standing there, attracted in part by her day glow outfit, or maybe her reluctance to start. The cock sprang out, rigid, large and ready, and she looked up only to be bonked on the head."Don't look at me, bitch. Look at what matters to you." Hands grabbed her head and now Henrietta was bobbing back and forth, sticking her tongue out so that the head of the man's cock could get deeper in. ”When she came down she had a short skirt mid thigh, stay ups, 3” heels and a thin blouse that did nothing to hide her tits, once I undid several of the top buttons. “But I look like a slut daddy.” “Yes you do and that’s what you need to be sometimes to get a man to fuck you. Some men prefer a woman looking like a slut. It turns them on more.” I then told her how to walk and act the part she was dressed for. After an hour she was playing the part perfectly. It certainly got me going. To prove. It was pure black, about six or seven inches long and an inch thick. Ruthpushed Keith aside and thrust the dildo against Doris's mouth. "Suck this,slut," she ordered. "Make it wet before I fuck you with it." Everyone laughed,except Doris. Slowly her lips parted and Ruth worked the dildo into her mouth,pushing and pulling it as if she was fucking Doris's mouth with it. At the sametime she reached out and began to fondle my wife's tits, twisting the nipplesbetween her fingers. The points were.