I didn’t think I’d have them with me for the first 24 hours much less even a week, when we started again. You see, when they wheedled their way ba...ck into my apartment, all I wanted to do (okay, maybe just the main thing I wanted to do) was humiliate them a little then send them on their way – much like they’d done to me. This time I’m not going to write about my lessons learned or about how the sluts reacted to their training. This is more of a summary that records the main points of what. I took a few sips of water before placing the bottle on the nearby counter. Emily did the same. Before I realized what I or Emily were doing, both she and I had stepped forward, pressed our bodies together and kissed. Our hands went around one another and our lips parted slightly, letting our tongues meet. This went on for nearly a minute before we abruptly broke apart."I'm sorry Emily, I didn't mean..." It was me, Tim, I wasn't thinking..."We both just stood there, blushing profusely, neither. "Are they straight?" and I mumbled a "Yeah, sure" and waited for her to go so I could beat my meat. She dropped her skirt and turned around, "Thank you sweetie" and she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue briefly flick into my mouth and then she turned and left. I'd just had my first experience with a cock teaser.The next time I saw Dorothy's ass was eight years later. I'd gone to college and following that I had fulfilled my three year obligation to Uncle Sam (ROTC had. “I ... well ... Err ... err Sean Brady,” she eventually mumbled.“Oh yes, Sean” replied Joan making her way back behind her counter, then looking down as if perhaps studying a diary. “Mmmmmmmm ... right, now, what did you say was your name?”“Err ... Catherine.”Looking across to Catherine as one would a recalcitrant child, Joan patiently replied. “I need Your full name”“Oh, err, Catherine Dixon” once Again Joan then gazed down to the counter and her imaginary diary.“And would that be Miss or Mrs..