.... the soft silky material rubbed against my shaft giving me a lovely feeling as I teetered along after him pulled by the lead.As we approached the ...toilet block 2 men were standing around and saw us .....they looked at each other then back at me all stockings and suspenders and throbbing cock in panties being led towards them. As we got level with the men John said ''If you want a Sissy Slut to suck and fuck ....use this one'' and led me into the toilets. The men followed and once inside they. She was dressed in a sedate and unrevealing blouse, and a long grey dress that came down to her ankles. She looked around uncertainly and walked forward. "Yes, Ms. Morgan?" she asked in a worried voice as she got to the front of the class.He remembered that Morgan was Heather's last name. Somehow, it seemed right to call the teacher "Ms. Morgan" and not "Heather," since she was so much older and more mature, even if she was fundamentally the same person. He noticed that she smiled and seemed to. Then it came back to me. I closed my eyes and the nightmare replayed itself. It was near midnight, and I was in a raging storm. Huge waves battered my boat. Off to my left was the Barracoon Reef Light, flashing through the driving rain. I struggled to stay as far from it as I could, for the reefs around the island were notoriously treacherous. But it wasn’t happening. The combination of wind and waves pushed me closer and closer. There was little I could do. I saw the water foam where the. ....as I tried to play mygame..........on my period......in front of about twenty people.It was not a good idea to do this, but, a woman could not take a breakas we've said, so why should I?I continued on, so uncomfortable, occasionally trying to find an unseenangle in the room to adjust my panties, but people were all around. Theyhad to see. Which made that steady, medium flow continue. Spurts thatwould randomly, unexpectedly shoot out. Even though my flow wasn'theavy, my panty-liner felt.