She was desperately praying that she wasn?t nearly as exposed as she suspected she might be. What really terrified her was that she was so sexually tu...rned on by this ordeal. Her womanhood was pulsing with desire and she could feel her female juices mingling with her sweat. She could only hope her musky aroma wasn?t getting past the sheet to alert the audience. ?My God?I have an audience! ? Jim quieted the crowd ?O.K. People, settle down?Some of you know I do this once every semester. The person. As Roger, I would never have done what Idid just then, but it was the most natural thing in the world forRosemary: I lifted my skirt, pulled off my panties, and drew up myknees. Bess got some kind of lubricant out of her big bag and appliedit to me and to the strap-on."Just relax and let it happen, Girl," she said.I relaxed--and it happened. I felt the cold plastic of the strap-onon my butt. Then a gentle pressure as Sheila found the right placeand began to work her way in. It hurt, then,. I was off balance here. I remembered something from my mind control training with Troy; “The one asking the questions is the one controlling the conversation.” I’d had to learn that from him; and so far, everything Lucinda had said to me, she’d ended with a question, meaning that I’d allowed myself to be put in the position of being the one giving her information. I needed to change that.“Sorry about being in there,” I told her. “Just, you know, all the lovely furniture and books on the walls. ... Then the idea just formed in my head “oh yea” I thought “you fucking horny stuck up little cow, you will fucking eat my cum” With that, I wrapped her knickers round my cock and shot off into them, putting them back in her bag thinking “you can wash my spunk out of them you dirty bitch”A little later in the day, I prepared dinner, ready for when the girls got home. When they did arrive home, I said to my daughter “I’ve cooked your favourite darling” and went into the kitchen to finish it.