Her hands were warm, and her touch gentle. Rubbing muscles soundlessly, you could feel yourself relaxing into a nice back rub – just enough pressure..., no nails, just fingertips and the occasional palm, rubbing what could only be oil into your skin. Muscles being kneaded, and soothed, your mind drifting. The background noise faded away, and you could hear her breathe, slow and deep.Her fingertips gathered skin, and pushed it away, then back, dancing over muscles. Lower and lower, her fingers. Heather stepped forward holding a bunch of leather straps. Jennifer watched as the straps were run and connected until they made a harness which fit tightly. ‘Pinching anywhere?’ Elizabeth asked. ‘No, it’s good.’ Monica answered. The boots were next and Jennifer was talked through the lacing of them. Each crossing had to be snug, but not over tightened. Jennifer got the hang of it after a minute and finished not long after Edwards practiced hands. Monica flexed and stretched in the boots,. You see he is stiff, hard, so you pass a leg above his head and stand. Taking him by the cock you lead him into the shower.It is like rain, persistent, warm rain, splashing on your head, shoulders, body. You face him and he pushes you against the tiled wall and your legs grip around his waist. You reach down for his cock again and guide it into your lips …..He pushes up, all the way in.God, this is what your pussy had hungered for all morningHe pumps in and out, slow out, hard and fast in. The. "Alright, Dorothy, this is what is going to happen." Her voice was a lot lower and she seemed to have calmed down. It gave mesome hope the situation would be resolved quickly and things would returnto normal. It turned out to be a false hope."I have decided, that since you are a sissy, sending you to college toprepare yourself for a profession that you could practice as a man wouldbe a waste of your time and my money. I have informed the school that youwill not be registering for classes next.