0 comments/ 13351 views/ 0 favorites Class Time By: 11Br aI was barely awake, paying no attention to much other than my doodles, when I stiffened with surprise. She had leaned over and written "I can't stop thinking about your cock!" on my paper. I couldn't help but to smile, thinking back to the night before when we had been a little tipsy and finally made good on months of flirting. The memory of her beautiful body bent over in front of me with my penis pumping in and out of her surged into my head as the blood surged somewhere distinctly south of there. Since we were sitting in the back of the lecture hall, I couldn't help but to write "You don't have to miss it, say hello to it!" right below it. With a little smile she reached over and slid my zipper down and reached in to pull out my hardening penis. She wasted no time in starting to give me a hand job, sliding her soft hand up and down my rock hard member, stopping only to play with the increasing amount of pre cum that was leaking from the head. I looked around the classroom, wondering if anyone had noticed but seeing that everyone else looked just as asleep as I had been until a minute ago. The novelty of being jerked off in the middle, well the back of, class made short work of me. Before I knew it I had to scrawl "I'm going to cum" on the paper. Amazingly her other hand left the desk top and formed a cup around my cock head and she quickened her pace until I filled her hand with my first orgasm of the day. I struggled to keep my face nonchalant but inside I was screaming out in an amazing orgasm as she finally slowed her pace. I was probably even more surprised as she lifted her now full hand to her mouth and licked the cum out, spreading some on her lips, giving them a shine that no makeup will ever match. The rest of my cum disappeared inside of her beautiful mouth as the hand that had moments ago been jerking my cock now reached below her skirt to pull her g-string aside. She shifted in her chair, letting me see that her pussy was now bare to the glaring light of the classroom. Her hand, still speckled with my cum, began to tease around the already soaking lips of her vagina and rub lightly on her erect clitoris. Despite my orgasm I could feel myself stiffening, and I could only watch in awe as first one than another finger sank deep into her. I could tell from the way her breath caught that she was pressing hard on her g-spot. I couldn't control myself, my hand moved on its own over to her and pressed my thumb hard on her clitoris. Her clenched jaw let out a squeak as the added pressure sent her over the edge and her vagina soaked her two questing fingers. She shivered in orgasm, and somehow managed to not make any more noise that would let the rest of the class know what had just happened. As she began to come down from her orgasm I shifted her g-string to cover her now soaking vagina, and as she shifted back towards the class in her chair the professor finally finished his lecture. Of course there were no questions, and she grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs of the room and towards the hall. . . . . .As she led me out of the classroom, I could only guess what was on her mind. After our shared orgasms in the lecture hall, I knew that she could only want more, as neither of us was the kind of person to settle for only cumming once. To my surprise, once we got outside it was the library that she ran for, not either of our dorms. We were soon inside the library, and she led me down the stairs as my cock began to stir wondering what surprises she had in store for me. We reached the second level down, which according to the door hosted the University Museum and the Government Documents section. I hoped she didn't have a sudden urge to go to the Museum, and as she led me down the aisle between the stacks, I soon saw that I had nothing to worry about. She took a turn down first one than another than another aisle, until we were in a section that looked like it had not seen another person in ages. In a moment, she was in my arms, our lips locked together as our tongues caressed each other and our hands grasped urgently at each other's bodies. Despite the amazing orgasm she had given me not even half an hour before, I could feel the hardness of my erection returning in full force. She obviously could too as she broke our embrace to drop to her knees and unzip my pants. She pulled my penis out and without a moments hesitation she took every inch of me deep into her mouth. I moaned with pleasure and reveled in the sight of her lips encircling my girth and her soft cleavage beneath that. Just as I was beginning to match the rhythmic movements of her head she pulled me all the way out and said "I want you inside of me, do you have a condom" before returning my penis to her mouth. My heart dropped, I didn't have one on me, though I normally don't anticipate having sex right after class. When I told her this, she just smiled up at me and said "Than I guess you will just have to finish in my mouth." With that she stood up and turned around, leaning into the closest stack. She bent down, pulling her soaking g-string to the floor and stepping out of it before tossing it playfully at me and saying "What are you waiting for?" I didn't wait anymore, I lifted her skirt up to expose her soaking wet sex and placed my naked cock right at the entrance to her vagina. With one long gentle stroke I moved my entire length inside of her, and it was her turn to moan as I slowly got into the rhythm that her body craved. I let my left hand wander to her breasts, caressing them through the thin fabric of her shirt, discovering for the first time that she had not worn a bra. As she moaned with the motion of my penis I moved my hand down to her clitoris and began to play with it, gently at first but soon frantically in time with her ragged breath. I whispered in her ear for her to cum, nibbling the sensitive skin of her ear and neck as I did so. She couldn't do anything but to comply with the urges of her body as the pressure on her clit and the pounding in her vagina became too much and she came. Her vagina rippled with her orgasm and her entire body shook with the power or it, I almost had to catch her to keep her on her feet. I stayed buried inside her as her contractions began to subside, enjoying the velvet warmth of her vagina. As she finally regained her senses, she pushed back on me to remove the length of my penis from her. She once again knelt in front of me and began to lick her cum from my penis. She then guided my penis back into her mouth and began to suck on its length once more. Her hands were not idle as one jerked my penis and the other played with my balls. She surprised me for the thousandth time that day as she moved her hand from my balls to my ass and slipped a finger inside me to press on my prostate. The combined sensations sent me over the edge and I came in her mouth. The force of my orgasm overwhelmed us both and through my blurry vision I could see her valiantly trying to swallow my seed. She almost succeeded, but the last spurt escaped her lips and dripped down to her beautiful cleavage. I stood leaning against the stack recovering as she licked my member clean, than recovered her g-string from where it lay on the floor. She stood and kissed me, letting the taste of my cum pass between our lips. Putting the g-string in my pocket, she once again took my hand and we walked hand in hand back towards the stairs, the bit of my cum glistening on her breasts, laughing as we headed for our dorms. . . Class Time I was thrilled to have Mistress Polly visit my class, especially since the topic was female reproductive system and sexuality. I had introduced her to the class as Polly – a visitor, observer, and friend. Believing that all was going well – that I was sharing my depth of knowledge on the subject with my class of four lovely females, I was surprised when my lecturing was suddenly interrupted. "Molly," my Mistress interjected – "your delivery is too fucking clinical! You are not feeling the subject at all!" I was startled by her language, and began to protest, but then she used the Voice on me. "Be Quiet!" She commanded. "Why use Powerpoint, and dull textbook images, when you have the real thing so handy? Remove your clothing! NOW!" Almost of their own volition.. my hands flew to my blouse buttons, and started undoing them as my Mistress locked eyes with me - compelling me to obey, as I also kicked off my shoes. The students' eyes widened as they saw it how quickly I complied. I heard gasps as I tossed my blouse away, revealing such a sexy bra, that I am certain my students never dreamed I would wear. There were murmurs as my hand went to my skirt zipper, and pulled it down, dropping my skirt, revealing the near wisp of nothing that covered my pussy. It certainly did not cover my mass of pubic hair – my bush protruded from both sides of it. Amanda, the most remarkable of the four students, and the one that I had been secretly lusting after during this term, spoke to a classmate "Would you dare to call those panties?" I paused in my underwear... scarcely believing what I just done. Mistress saw my hesitation , and grasped my hair at the back of my head and inquired "Did I tell you to stop?" Again, the Voice activated me. My mouth dried to a cottony feel as I reached behind my back, unsnapped my bra, and let it tumble off my breasts. The classroom exploded in sotto voce conversations, the shocked student voices interacting. The noise intensified as they saw me grasp my panties, yank them down, and step free of them! And as I realized I was completely naked, my face flushed red with embarassment. One of my arms threw itself across my chest, covering my areolae.... the other slapped over my cunt protectively. Again my Mistress' Voice rang out: "Uncover yourself at once. Do you want these young ladies to think the female body is something of which they should be ashamed?" "No" I stammered in reply. "No? Just no?" "No, Mistress" I blurted out. As the class heard that word from my lips, they fell into stunned silence. Their eyes had gotten so big that as I glanced at them, I could imagine four owls had taken their place. "Beauty stand, girl!" commanded my Mistress. Without thinking, I immediately straightened up and placed both hands at the back of my head, fully revealing my body to everyone in the room. "Much better, my pet. You have a lovely body, and you should be proud to display it. Now, you were discussing female anatomy. Here we have two perfect examples of the female breast." And saying this, she lifted my right tit in her hand as if presenting it to the class. My blush deepened, my breath quickened, as I felt her hand take possession of my breast. To add to my chagrin, my nipple immediately began to respond, starting its engorgement – stiffening under the close scrutiny of my students. "Now, my girl, explain about this portion of female anatomy, both with words and with physical action." Trying to regain my composure, I began explaining about the main structures of the breast – the nipple, the areola, the axillary tail, the internal alveoli and ducts, and the suspensory ligaments. At this point, my Mistress spanked my naked ass with her open palm, saying "Not just words – I told you to add physical action." Ass smarting, face burning with shame, I went back over the explanation, this time grasping my nipple as I discussed it, tracing my fingers around my areola as I reached that part of the explanation, sweeping my hand over my breast tissue up into its axillary tail (leaving a trail of goosebumps behind my hand as I did so) to illustrate its location, and finally kneading my tender flesh as I described the internal structures. "What do you think class?" my Mistress addressed them. "Was that a better explanation?" Heads nodded very vigorously – their eyes still betraying disbelief at the way the situation was unfolding. "I think I should review with you", my Mistress said with a twinkle in her eyes. "As I understand it, this structure is the nipple" – and saying this, she grasped mine very firmly in her fingers. "With arousal, it begins to engorge with blood" – saying this, she began rolling my nipple back and forth between her fingers. I tried, but failed, to hold back a moan as she did this. "Besides being a source of erotic pleasure, due to its many sensitive nerve endings, the nipple also provides nourishment to offspring when they suckle it." And then, to my amazement, she placed her lips to my nipple and began suckling. Even though she was doing this in public, I could not deny the pleasure that shot through my body at this moment. My moans became louder and my hands came up to gently cradling her face to my breast. After a minute or two of stimulation, she removed her lips and began tracing my areola, which was all bumpy and crinkled due to my arousal. And she went on to repeat the rest of the lesson, kneading and squeezing my breast tissue very thoroughly as she did so. She even placed both hands to encircle the base of my tit, and squeezed and held the flesh firmly, allowing blood to enter my breast, but preventing it from leaving. This caused the entire breast to not only swell, but to begin to turn to a delicate shade of purple. She explained to the class that sometimes the breasts were tied in this fashion during playful bondage to make them even more sensitive. Seeing how intently Amanda was staring at this demonstration, she called her forward to assist. "Your name is Amanda?" Amanda, a little awestruck, could only nod. "All right Amanda – first run your fingertip lightly over the nipple on her other breast, the one I am not holding, and observe the reaction." Amanda did as she was told, obviously enjoying herself. With a big grin, she ran her fingertip back and forth over my normal nipple. I merely smiled, nervously. "Now do the same to this highly engorged nipple." As Amanda ran her fingertip over this nipple, my body erupted in sensation, and I arched as I moaned loudly. "See the difference, class?" my Mistress inquired. All four heads nodded. "Good – we can now proceed to the next part of the lesson – the genitals." I felt my knees weaken. Surely my Mistress was not going to tear away the last shred of my dignity, I thought. On the other hand, I had never seen my students so focused on their learning. "I think you should climb up on your desk, to give them a better view." I looked at my Mistress with pleading eyes wanting to shake my head side to side, but not daring to. She merely extended a hand to me, assisting me on my awkward, naked scramble up onto my desk. I stood up there atop my desk, blinking, momentarily at a loss as to what to do. Mistress, seeing this, placed her hands on her hips and said, "Show them your cunt, girl." There were several sharp intakes of breath as the students heard the word 'cunt'. Swallowing hard, I spread my thighs apart slightly, and reached between them to grasp my labia and open myself to view. "No. I'm afraid that won't work. You are up much too high. Sit down on the desktop, and spread your thighs wide apart." Feeling very embarrassed, I obeyed, sitting down and then closing my eyes so I would not meet the eyes of my students as I placed each of my feet at a front desk corner, fully exposing my private area. When I failed to do anything else, my Mistress commented, "Well slut – are you just going to sit there, or are you going to continue the lesson?" I heard a whisper go through the class as they repeated the word 'slut' to each other in very quiet voices. Remembering my Mistress' earlier command to add actions, I began touching various parts of my anatomy as I explained their name and function. My hand slid over my mound and then down along my labia majora, gliding through the fuzzy curls there. Bracing myself with one hand behind me, I use the other to delicately part the labia majora, revealing the smooth, hairless inner lips. Of course by now these lips were glistening with my leaking juices. The earlier playing with my breasts had certainly turned on my waterworks. I then parted the inner lips, spreading them as wide as possible, revealing not only the opening to my vagina, but also the tiny, sensitive urethral orifice just above it. And the pressure of my fingers spreading my labia apart even caused the hood which covers my clitoris to retract slightly, letting the head peek out. I could swear I heard subtle 'OOOs' and 'AHHs' as I displayed my intimate region. Mistress said, "It seems a little dark here, do you have a flashlight?" "In my desk drawer Mistress," I replied. She retrieved it, turned it on, and focused it on my display. I felt like my pussy was now in a spotlight. She also had me tilt my hips back even farther so that the students could get a better look at my perineum, and even the pucker of my anus. I thought perhaps the lesson was complete at this point, when my Mistress said, "Surely you are forgetting something." "What is that, Mistress?" "Why – your cervix of course. They must see that." "But – but I have no speculum here." "That's okay, I'm sure you can use your fingers." "My –" I paused – I swallowed – "my..... fingers?" "Yes, my slut – one finger on each side and pull yourself wide open – do it." My face crimsoning, I slid each of my index fingers deep into my vaginal tunnel, and pulled sideways, trying to relax my muscles to let myself dilate, as my Mistress shone the light up into my cunt. The students gathered close staring up inside me. "A little wider, my pet" my Mistress instructed. I pulled even more, and apparently succeeded in bringing my cervix into view. "Awwwwww," Amanda crowed – "how cute!" There were general murmurs of consent. Relieved that my ordeal might be finally drawing to a close, I slipped my fingers back out of myself. But my breath caught when my Mistress said – "So that's the anatomy – now, about the sexuality. Pet, you'll have to lean back on your hands to keep giving them a good view, so I think I will have to do this part of the demonstration." With that, her hands began caressing me. She really enjoys running her fingers through the soft curls of my outer lips, so she spent a good deal of time doing that, explaining to the class the erotic pleasures that this can generate. And then she parted my outer lips again and began stroking along my moist inner lips, making my body shudder and tremble. She pointed out to the class how this stimulation draws even more blood to the area, making the labia swell, redden, and become extremely warm to the touch. Of course, she had each student touch me there, to confirm the temperature change. My heart was thumping so hard and fast, I thought it might try to leap out of my chest. She then opened my inner lips, revealing my vestibule once again. Moistening her fingers in my copious fluids, she began carefully rubbing the tiny knob surrounding my urethral orifice, explaining how sensitive this area is to touch. Indeed, my pelvis started shaking as she rubbed me there. I was glad that my bladder was relatively empty, because such stimulation otherwise might have made me pee all over myself. Continuing, she took more vaginal fluid and rubbed it across my perineum, demonstrating the sensitivity of this area. When her fingertip made contact with my anal ring, the muscles there reacted by involuntary cycles of clenching and unclenching – something that made all the students giggle. This made her realize something. Turning to the class, she said, "I don't want you to think that all of the eroticism of our bodies is concentrated in our tits and cunts. You there – what is your name?" "Susan, Miss." she answered. "Good – Susan I want you to try sucking on Molly's big toe. You can also try licking between her toes." Susan looked a little shocked, but she raised my foot to her face, sniffed carefully (I am so glad my feet were clean) and then began sucking. Within moments, the sensations she was producing raced up my leg, and targeted my groin. Closing my eyes, letting my head fall back, I opened my mouth with a loud moan towards the ceiling. I was not pretending – this really got to me. "See?" my Mistress asked. "Almost any part of your body can be highly erogenous, if approached the right way. Of course, the labia, the vestibule – this general area is awash with sensory neurons, all begging to be touched. I will demonstrate." With that, she began stroking up and down my inner labia. Still full of shame to be on display before my students in this manner, I clamped my lips shut tightly. My Mistress, noticing this, reminded me: "You are the teacher here – it is your duty to let your students know what feels good as I demonstrate. Therefore, you had better articulate your pleasure, the louder the better." I don't know if my face could have gotten any brighter red than it already was, but I think it tried. As her stroking continued, soft moans began to escape my lips. My Mistress went on to say, "I think students learn better when there is a kinesthetic aspect to the teaching. You other two girls – what are your names? "Linda, Miss." "Judy, Miss." "Very well. Linda, you come to this side, and Judy, you go to that side. Now I want you two girls to take hold of both her inner and outer labia, and pull them to the side – out of my way." Giggling nervously, the two slender hands reached between my thighs, and I felt their cold fingertips, which seemed to be gently shaking, grasp my tender flesh. I could not stop myself – I had to look down and watch as my students pulled me open in this manner. Once again, the cooler air of the classroom entered my vestibule. But the coolness did not last long, because my Mistress now inserted one finger into my vagina. She described for the students the temperature, the wetness, and the textures of my vaginal passage as her finger cruised deeper and deeper. By turning her wrist, she made it clear exactly where her fingertip was at each description. When she swiveled her wrist to make her finger press against the front wall of my tunnel, she described how the tissue felt softer and squishier here – my G spot. As she pressed and rubbed, to my great embarrassment, my pussy rewarded each press with a gentle spurt of fluid. Mistress asked if anyone wished to taste this fluid. Judy and Linda both immediately shook their heads, but Amanda said "I do." Mistress smiled at her. "Go ahead, my dear, help yourself." And Amanda glided her finger through my fluid and then popped it into her mouth, sucking vigorously, her lips curling into a smile around her finger. All during this, my moans were increasing in frequency and volume. "Hmmm, it looks as if my pet is getting close," my Mistress stated as she slipped a second finger into my cunt, fucking me faster and harder now. "Perhaps it is time for you to demonstrate what orgasm looks like. Do you want to cum, my little slut?" I moaned, "Yes Mistress – oh yes!" "Beg for it, you nasty little slut!" My need was now so great that at this moment I was beyond shame. I cried out loud, "Please Mistress! Please let me cum! Your cunt girl is begging you!" At this open display of my submission, my Mistress smiled and said, "Amanda, stroke her clit." As Amanda began to do so, my Mistress commanded me, "Now give us all a good cum, my little slut!" And I did. I arched my back, shook like a leaf, and released a gush of fluid from my cunt that spread over the surface of my desk, some dripping onto the floor. As I began my release, my Mistress pulled her fingers out of my cunt, to give all the students a good look at it, as it spewed. I was still quivering with aftershocks when she commanded me to lick up my mess. Dazed, I obeyed, lapping up the fluids from my desk surface, and even the floor. "I feel that every good teaching lesson requires a recap of what has been learned – I'm sure you all agree," opined my Mistress. I quickly glanced around the room to see four smiling faces nodding their agreement. "Who wishes to volunteer for this assignment?" Amanda was very quick to raise her hand. "I thought it might be you," chuckled my Mistress. "Very well – begin." To my astonishment, Amanda then shimmied out of her skirt. She went on to remove her panties as well, and proceeded to walk, bottomless, to the farthest point of the room. I could not help but admire the movements of her lush, naked buttocks as she walked away from us. Turning, she faced me and said, "Get down on your hands and knees." Internally, I rebelled, standing firm with my fists clenched – after all, she was my student. And then she used the Voice, as she had witnessed my Mistress use it. "I said – get down on your hands and knees, you worthless slut!" The tone struck me to my core, and my knees buckled, and I found myself down on all fours, looking across the room at her. She smiled, and said, "You are learning, pet. Now crawl slowly to me." As I started to shuffle forward, she cried out using the Voice, "No! No! I want your tits to scrape the floor as you crawl!" Blushing, I put my hands farther in front of me, lowering my shoulders, until I felt my breasts make contact with the floor. Again I started to move forward. Again she interrupted me. "Shouldn't you still be teaching us? After all, we are paying you to learn." Like some automaton, I began babbling about female hormonal cycles, the next topic. As I look back on this moment, it seems so surreal – me crawling naked through my classroom toward a half dressed student, scraping my tits on the floor, lecturing about hormones. After an eternity, I reached her feet. "Look up here now, you silly girl." As my face swiveled up, Amanda parted her thighs and ran her fingers delicately over her sex, stating, "These are my labia." She parted her labia, and holding herself open, slowly peeled back her clitoral hood and said, "This is my clitoris. Stick out your tongue, I will use that as my pointer." Sinking once again into my submissive state, I did as I was told. Amanda then grasped the hair at the back of my head, and pulled my tongue to her clit, moving my head up and down and side to side to make my tongue flick against it. Tilting her pelvis backwards, keeping herself spread wide, she then lowered my head slightly to make my tongue tap at her urethra. "This is my urethra, where my piss emerges." And, to my surprise and horror, she began peeing onto my tongue and into my open mouth! Seeing this, my Mistress laughed and applauded. The other three class members stood in shocked silence. Her piss had filled my mouth, it was beginning to spill over my chin. "Swallow, you slut! Don't waste it!" My throat began to work reflexively, clearing my mouth. When the last drops finally emerged from her tiny opening, she lowered my face a bit further, and said, "And this is my vagina – stick your tongue out further." Beginning to moan with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. She pulled my head hard against her crotch, plunging my tongue deep inside her. "Now slut, work that tongue and those lips – eat my cunt. I want to feel the tip of your tongue lapping against my cervix – we all know where that is now." Class Time As I began eating her pussy, I heard Amanda directing the other students. "Linda, take both of her wrists into one of your hands, and hold them against the small of her back – with your other hand, show her what you know about her perineum and anus." I felt my wrists seized and pulled behind me. A moment later Linda's hand began exploring the delicate tissues between my cunt and my anus, as she gave a rolling commentary of what she was feeling and doing. She even dipped a finger into the fluids now streaming from my cunt, and started rubbing it against my anal ring. I started moaning a protest into Amanda's cunt, but I was ignored. I tried clenching my anus tightly closed to prevent intrusion, but was rewarded with a sharp crack of a palm across my ass – the sting of it brought tears to my eyes. "Open up," Linda commanded. I swallowed my pride – along with a lot of juices pulsating from Amanda's cunt, and relaxed my anus. I groaned up into Amanda's cunt as the finger speared up into my tight nether tunnel. Linda obviously enjoyed buggering me, because she began finger fucking me there rhythmically. Amanda, gasping a little, now directed, "Judy – explain what you learned about her tits." Judy immediately got into the spirit of the thing, grabbing my breasts in her hot hands, kneading them as she described their internal structures, and then taking great delight in toying with my areolae, and aching nipples. She alternated between giving me pleasure, and giving me torment with her highly skilled hands. I suspected that my tits were not the first that she had manipulated in such a fashion. But my attention was distracted from my tits as Amanda told Susan, "Her cunt is yours to explain as she gets me off, Susan. But be careful – don't let her cum." Amanda began grinding her cunt against my face, her juices wetting it thoroughly. Susan carefully fondled me as she explained the location of my mount, clitoris, urethra, both sets of labia, and vagina. As she explored my vagina, she also mentioned my G spot as she caressed it, and then plunged her finger so deeply that I felt it brush against my cervix. As she mentioned this organ, her touch there made me jerk and howl into Amanda's cunt. Amanda released a howl of her own, and began jetting her cum juices down my throat, as her orgasm took control of her body. When Amanda finally regained her composure, she released my head and stepped back slightly to assess the current situation. Linda was gleefully finger fucking my ass; Judy was happily stretching and rolling my tits; and Susan's hand was busy at my cunt – from the look on my face, Amanda could tell I was simmering – nearing another orgasm. She questioned me, "Do you want to cum again, you nasty slut?" I bit my lip and nodded vigorously. "I didn't hear your answer – better speak up." Swallowing, I looked up at her, pleading, "Please let me cum." Smiling, she directed the other students, "Linda – hold your finger still; Judy – just cover her tit with your hand; Susan – keep two fingers inside her cunt, but hold your hand still. Now, all of you – lower her down to the floor, so Susan's hand rests on the floor under her." As they did so, she said, "Just hold your hands steady where they are. If this slut really wants to cum, let her do the work. Okay, teach – you want so badly to cum? Show us!" Without even thinking, I began grinding my cunt on Susan's hand, the movements making Linda's finger travel in and out of my ass, my breast pressing – sometimes slapping – against Judy's hand. It did not take very long. Very quickly that sensation formed in the core of my body, and blossomed into a magnificent orgasm. As I writhed on my students hands, erupting pussy juices all over the floor from my spasming cunt, Amanda took the opportunity to take out her cell phone, and recorded this scene for posterity. This would give them the power to make me their sex slave. But my Mistress had other ideas. Walking over to Amanda, she said "Tut, tut there girl. Taking pictures without my permission? Perhaps you forget this slut is mine." "Very sorry, Miss." Amanda said, and handed over her camera. To my relief, Mistress erased all the images that showed me. But then the other three girls began to protest, saying "Amanda, got to cum – what about the rest of us, teach?" A nod from my Mistress, and it was the beginning of a very long and exhausting afternoon for me.