As soon as I was sufficiently dried she grabbed the towel, threw it over the toilet and pulled me back outside by my nipple.She pulled me back over to... the center of the room. The pool was gone now. In its place was a bench. I noticed that it was similar to the one I had been strapped to when I had been fucked by the horse last year. But this one was much smaller.This bench had a padded top support which arched gently upward. I realized immediately how this served their purpose when the woman. Not only this, but it was tight around the middle and wider around the chest so as to enhance the look of the breasts. The two missing buttons at the top meant I was gonna be looking quite tarty when combined with the cleavage and school tie. I felt quite scared about going out there looking like this. What alarmed me more was that the mirror in the back room showed I didn't actually look much like a boy in a skirt so much as I looked like a girl dressed as a school girl.The final missing piece. His right hand resting on the littlebrass and bakelite handle. 'Watch my hand, Mrs Ondougu,' he said...and he turned the handle. For long seconds there was nothing, just a rising whine from the box. 'Aaaaaaaahhh!' Jenny Ondougu snapped back in a quivering bow, every muscle shivering tautas the current blazed through her nipples. No words, just a single desperateand half-stifled gasp of agony through clenched teeth as she rode the firstfizzing shock. Twenty seconds...thirty...the man stopped. I watched him get down on his knees in front of me, and moaned as his lips came to my thighs. My legs opened, the further up he got, and I let out a low moan as he kissed the top of my pussy. His hands came around my ankles and he pulled my legs up and out, so that my ass was almost falling off the couch. My pussy was level to his mouth, and he took no time devouring it. As his mouth clamped over my pussy, and he shot his tongue out to flick it across my clit, my body began to shake.