I so loved being a woman, and now, after a night with Roger, well, part of a night anyway, I felt more womanly than I ever had before. My bare nipples... rubbing against the material of my uniform were so sensitive from a night of Rogers playful loving, I felt every thread of the fabric. I fluffed up my breasts and made sure that they were all puffy to ensure the most cleavage visible in the low cut uniform. I wanted to show off as much as I could, especially for Roger. I finished off with a fluff. There was a soft knock at the door."Come in." said Heath.Miss Hurst came in, turned and shut the door behind her. Heath gazed at her, her soft brown hair cascading to her shoulders, a simple white cotton blouse, the suggestion of a white lace bra beneath, the swing of the pleats in her grey knee length skirt suggested pert buttocks. Black tights or stockings and black patent shoes with modest 2" heels emphasised her shapely calves. Heath felt a stirring as he considered her. She turned from the. He groans with excitement, and moves his eyes towards Rob, who within half a second thrusts his cock into me hard. He thrusts me so hard, Mike’s cock slams into the back of my throat deep and I choke slightly, he pulls back and in again. With each slam inside me, I gag on Mike’s cock. I feel Mike’s hands in my hair, holding me on him. I can feel each of them using me exactly how I wanted. The inner slut I know I can be is being fucked out of me. The moans and gags of the three of us linger. I bent down and kissed her deeply, swirling our tongues around, tasting her lips. I sat back on the bed and grinned as she slowly undid my belt, unfastened the button on my jeans, lowered the zipper, then pulled them off in one motion. I stepped out of my pants and boxers as they fell to the floor. My kitten smiled innocently as she started to fondle me, running her fingers over my swelling member, wrapping her hand around it and starting to stroke. I was growing harder and harder in her hand..