“Is your pussy wet Mum?” I said, taking my right hand from her tit and reaching down, l got to the hem of her skirt which was just above her knee,... put my hand under onto her thigh.“Oh my god no,” she cried, trying to struggle but my left hand was forcing her back against the worktop. “Stop it now David please, don’t touch me down there, please David.”“Jeff said your pussy would be wet if l pinched your nipples hard,” l said, my hand sliding up her thigh. I tried to get between her thighs but. I cannot emphasize the matter enough. We will try to warn you when such inspectors arrive, but we may not be able to. Until this matter is concluded, we must all act as though they are in the building at all times. Do you all understand?" Yes, Headmistress." The girls chorused.She gestured for the teacher to sit, then continued with more mundane announcements. She led them in the benediction, then sat. They began to eat. Linda noticed that the girls at one of the tables were sitting in shocked. My legs, aching from the work ofsupporting my outlandish body for this long, struggle and slip on therungs, slick from the juices constantly running down my legs.I wasn't doing anyone any harm, no more than anyone else on the planet,I was just normal, I used to think sometimes too normal, but I've sincerealised that normal is no bad thing.My mind starts to wander, my artificially-shortened attention spancombining with the feeling of the cold steel on my bare fleshdistracting me so easily, so. She decided to play the roll. "Thirty for a blow job, and fifty for a lay," she said, trying to sound as professional as she could.The car door swung open and the voice ordered: "Get in."Sally approached the car with caution, thinking that she needed to lure her client into the hotel room. But she wasn't quick enough. Three big men stepped out, grabbed her and forced her bodily into the car even as it was speeding off into the night. "Oh, god, what have I gotten myself into now?" she thought..