" Bet? What bet?" I asked."Whether or not you would hold yourself to the same standards you setfor your students. She always set the timer for me when...I sat with a barof soap," I could see the twinkle in her eyes."Now back to the Halloween Dance. I trust you are going to keep the'Second Sisterhood' traditions?"I swallowed hard. "Yes Ma'am, absolutely." Then I suggest you gather those who are already members and begingetting things planned. I'll be here to help of course, and there shouldbe a. Dianne purrs, “Look at my tits.”She hooks her fingers through the top straps, and slides it off and away. Her big milk jugs are free, holy fuck, big succulent mounds of tit flesh. She grinned, cupped her tits, caressing her nipples, mouthing “suck my tits” and then shook them at me. I imagined myself sucking and nipping those giant melons. In real life, my cock was fully extended, Jane’s hot mouth working me over. I can feel the vibrations of her purrs of pleasure,. That was worrying, Chris thought; it looked like they were engaging in some sort of learning exercise.Two more units seemed busy with fabrication, as he had suspected. Four more were engaged in bullying Mike who was still wearing the maids outfit he had been forced into. They were showing no signs of a let up in their dominant behaviour, in spite of the fact that Mike had obviously been sobbing and was wearing stockings that had been laddered by being forced to his knees by his robotic. I did make a glorious dinner, though. George has this stomach weakness, you know. I mean he loves good food.I waited for him wearing only an apron and holding out a glass of a rather expensive malt whiskey. Both were gone in the blink of an eye.The wine with the dinner was one (actually, two) of the highly praised Cote du Rhones of the night before. I pointed out all of its qualities to George. I even remembered two or three of the juicier anecdotes.We went to bed. There we devoted the rest of.