Barton.“My what?”“You know, the one we talked about. See you later.”I wasn’t a masseuse by any means, but nobody asked.“Just a foot rub,�...� clarified Ms. Rennick, once Ms. Barton was gone. “Know how?”“More or less,” truthful, it being an OR. It’s not that often that your teacher says she needs one.“That’s the ticket,” once I started on her heel.Finished with my assignment, l made designs in the sand. I like to draw. It wasn’t as if I’d other plans than walking around looking for girls.Ms. Rennick. I ordered a Woodford Reserve Bourbon and waited. I was about half finished with my drink when she arrived with a flourish. ‘There that didn’t take long. Did you miss me?’ Natalie came whisking into the bar like she owned it dressed in a knee length black skirt, white tunic top, and at least four inch black high heels. She had removed her stockings I noted. Clearly a change from her earlier pastel yellow suite. She had also refreshed her makeup too. Her lips looked a little redder than before. I smiled as I put my silk encased, redpolished toes and into the leg openings of a lovely pair of lacy silkpanties and slid them up to my waist. The panties were a gift fromStacy. They were a pale pastel blue and in keeping with Stacy'sperverse sense of humor, had the words "Sissy Boy" embroidered acrossthe back. What little was left of my penis made not the slightest bulgein front of my panties. Carolyn had spent two hours working my longblonde hair into a lovely upsweep style. My. The other disappeared between us as she grasped my raging erection. My cock felt ten feet long and five feed thick it was so hard. She groaned as she felt it. “Dorine didn’t tell me you were so big,” she whispered in a little girl voice. “Dorine doesn’t know.”I nearly dropped over dead of a heart attack as I heard, “I do now.”The next thing I knew some familiar 36Cs were pressed into my back, and two arms encircled my middle to add an extra hand on my cock. Dorine’s lips pressed against my.