It is her first time wearing latex and the coldness of the fabric intensifies the warmth and wetness coming out of her pussy. She feels like in a bond...age box. All her attire fells very tied on her and contributes to the excitement she feels.Under her skirt-matching leather jacket, she only wears a latex bra with opening for her nipples. They are rubbing on the fabric of the jacket. The constant rubbing doesn’t help calm down her excitement. As this point in time, with the plug lodged in her. I returned to my seat and resumed my math exercises, studiously ignoring the sidelong glances of my classmates. In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but review what a terrible mistake I’d made. Here I was, just turned 18 last week, a new student in an exclusive private school that my parents could barely afford, making the worst first impression of my life. If I didn’t get thrown out completely there would still be the inevitable parent-teacher conference where my shame would be displayed. She leaned back into the soft cushions and closed her eyes. I thought she had dozed off until she whispered, "God that feels so fucking good." I told her to just relax and let me take care of her. She must have trusted me because a few minutes later she was snoring quietly.I continued rubbing her belly even pulling her maternity shorts down under her belly so that I could get to the area that felt the most pressure from the baby. I had all the time in the world to examine Darcy's body without. He worked at a chain convienance store, selling lottery tickets and no name smokes to nearly dead dreamers, classic loser was tiny Joey, no future, no way to avoid the dull rut he was in, well, I could change that. He would never have to worry about money, slaves didn't need money, Joey to dull to figure this, he wanted to believe I was his fairy godmother, not quite, wrong fairy tale, I was the big bad wolf. He was total fag, accepted his station, all well and good, but a slave had to embrace.