I’m Vincenzo’s godmother, you know.”Lucinda had seemed to be looking down her nose at me this entire time. I learned that my assessment had been... incorrect when she put effort into it upon hearing that.“Not YET! Once the child is baptized, THEN you are the Godmother! Not before.”Something inside me was telling me to Do Our Thing and say, “Just tell me what the fuck you’re up to, bitch!” That something had a name, and it was Sue. I’ll tell you about her in a minute. The rest of me, though, was. Secondly I am in this position because I intend to watch your slit as I ask this question. You see I have already noticed that being tied up like this has caused your slit to bloom open. It is going to be hard for you to show any more signs of being turned on so I want to watch closely as I describe what I am thinking here. You see it is obvious that there is some sort of cock on your mind. And I would bet that you fantasize about more than just sucking it. I have to bet you think about sinking. "Hello? Mistress?!?" I'm in the living room!" Audrey called to him.Moments later, his boyish frame turned the corner and he walked intoview. He was "prepared" alright; with rosy cheeks, dangling earrings, agirlish top, dark panties and white stockings that came up to mid-thigh. He skidded to a stop as soon as he noticed Samantha."OH! I didn't know you were still--" And then her undressed stateregistered like a smack to the face. "Oh..."Samantha let silence permeate the room a few seconds before. “All right… Who started it? Luckily, everyone pointed their fingers at me. “God damn it,” I mumbled to myself. “Well, Ms. Montgomery you know what that means… I will be seeing you in my classroom afterschool today.” As if he was disappointed. I heard “Ooh’s” all over the room; I rolled my eyes of course acted as if I was pissed, but I was really excited. I couldn’t think straight, so it was pointless to do my homework. I was hoping that during my detention with Mr. Ferguson he would fuck me,.