My third student of the day... I loved my mind-control device. There were so many gorgeous ones out there. I had to pace myself. I didn't want to over...-indulge. Moderation in all things was important to a balanced life. But I would have my fun with them. Eventually.I slid into Dolly's cunt. I groaned at her silky pussy lips spreading over the crown of my dick. She took me with ease, whimpering as I went deeper and deeper. She grabbed her tits, squeezing them as I plundered her juicy depths.I. Nope, you'll wear the dress andbe the housewife and I'll wear the suit and be the husband. It's theonly way that makes sense. You're really not masculine enough to be theman, especially with that hair cut."I blush thinking about this. But I'm a man! I think to myself. How canI possibly be less feminine than Stacy?But then I think about what I'm wearing, a skirt, a girdle, stockings,makeup.... and I look over at Stacy who's wearing bell bottom jeans anda turtleneck with short hair and I can see. If he were to fail in his tasks their Lordships would be quick enough to lay the blame on the rightful captain — Tony — whilst washing their own hands of the situation. Tony shrugged. The young prince was able and conscientious and he would not commit any major blunder.The main point of this paragraph in the orders was his own ranking. If he was still in command of Clyde, could he count himself as commodore of the first class? The difference was in the uniform coat he was allowed to wear. A. And pulled her cheeks from the back. She held my hands and turned around. She grinned at me. And stood up. Hugged me in a formal way. (we were in public). I sat down. We talked about her life and job. She asked mine.After 30-40 mins, we stood up leaving the place. She invited me to her office. And took me there in her car. While driving. We had some RJ naved talks on the radio. And laughed on the beeps. She asked me do I abuse. I nodded and said ” of course! I do. When I feel to”. She bluntly.