The muted purring of my zipper coming down wasimmediately followed by the feeling of her warm handclosing firmly around my throbbing cock, pulling it ...utinto the cool air of the hall. I was looking down at herface, my hands on either side of her head, over herears. Her head bobbed forward the instant my cockheadappeared, her mouth closing over it with an almostdesperate gulping moan. Her eyes closed and I could see a tremor pass throughher body as my cock slid into her hot, wet mouth. Thenher. This excites me even more and I start pumping my hand hard against my butt. Driving my fingers deeper and deeper.Suddenly you grab my head again and drive your dick all the way in. My nose now buried in your pubic hair and your cock deep in my throat, I cough. You pull out and let me clear my throat. My wife stirs and says, “Are you still having trouble dear?” I am panicking and suddenly you shove your dick back in my mouth. Your hand holding on to my hair keeping me in place. My wife is. They gave permission for us to do all the things that we will be doing to you. Could it be true? Some how Sandra just knew that it was. At last she closed her eyes and did as she had been told. Her pants were quickly pulled down, to bunch up around her ankles. Sandra sat, tied to the chair, her bra and panties exposed to the Principal of her new school. She felt so ashamed, but this was only the beginning. Principle Lazlow places his thumb on her cotton covered crotch, and gave her pussy a. . but they were my hands. They couldn't play a decent guitar riff, but they could do anything else I wanted them to. Maybe I couldn't play the guitar with these hands yet, but I could learn. Maybe I was a girl, but that meant nothing. I was just as strong as I'd been before. Suddenly I felt much less helpless."You know, Rick," I said, "I don't think all is lost. Maybe you can't play football anymore, but there are other sports open to you. Basketball, softball, soccer, track... or maybe you can.