Hot breath stirred against the back of her neck.The voice was satiny, whispering. "I just couldn't wait not after hearing all about you, Lauralee." J-...jessica?"Yes. You feel so wonderful, tall and lean and willowy."Hey," Jessica murmured. "They were right; you're really a lovely woman, built like a magazine fashion model, but a lot more real and health... "Opening her eyes the, Lauralee saw the woman's reason for hesitating. There on the bed, poised behind his wife's upthrust and shining ass,. After an hour of training, Sir Torbert knew Master Jorgarn was gaining nothing from the session. None of the aristocrats could come anywhere near him with a sword and probably would have difficulty if they were given a bow. After a brief respite, Torbert reluctantly moved Jorgarn to work with the commoners.Some of the young non-noble trainees showed real promise as soldiers and as guards. At least there, Jorgarn would be able to demonstrate his full prowess. There are always problems mixing. .." suddenly filling my panties with seamen turning them from light pink to a sticky dark mess. She grabbed me by the waist and fucked me really hard and fast."Yes! Yes! You're my fucking sissy bitch!" She shouted. Reaching for my shoulders and pulling me closer. The strap-on was all the way inside me now and she was rubbing herself against my ass bone."Take my black cock you whore!" She was having an orgasm of her own. Powering her pussy against my ass. My mind began to clear after cumming and. But there was one thing that never changed. In all that time, not once did Alexia touch me. Either I had to stroke myself as she watched me, or I was sent away with some used panties to 'do my own homework'. I was often made to wear panties myself, and at times I had to walk home with the silky feel of stockings on my thighs. How could I stand this? How could I have accepted it? The answer is simple. Although I tried to deny it to myself, although I felt dirty, used, humiliated, I did not try.