'' he moaned under his breath. Hm, you should see my sisters, I thought.''Come on get down on the floor, on your knees,'' he instructed, ''I'm gonna t...ake my dick out and lay it across your face.'' he told me. Before I could protest he added, ''The quicker this is over the quicker you can sleep, and the more I get the longer you get to live here for free.''He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, it was around an average size but with an impressive girth, he laid it on my face as I looked up. But my eyes were drawn to a nearby sissy. She wasleaning over the table with her ass sticking out into the air. A customerwas leering at her, and she seemed to be enjoying it. Her lips werepursed, and hands were on his arm."She's going to get a big tip," Monica said. "Maybe the tip of his dick."She laughed again. Despite our argument, she seemed to having a finetime. She would see a Mistress, and her jaw would slacken inunadulterated admiration. She would see a sissy, and she would. Though, of course, technique was what a student mostly learnt in her classes. She always had a soft spot for Practical Les. Practical Het was often much harder work. Azalea was a slim girl, with small breasts she’d clearly not chosen to enhance as had some of the other students, and a short bob which framed her wire-framed glasses. Such a serious looking girl. Khadija took a very professional attitude towards her charges, and had studied her students’ notes before the lesson. Azalea was a girl. I waited in the kitchen, barefoot, feeling my vagina quivering, eager to mate, to serve, to be filled. Most Fridays Daddy took a good hour to enjoy me in lots of different ways. I learned a new position almost every week. Last week it was "hang ten" from behind with my hands on my knees which was great and the week before it was penetrating standing which made me scream and about broke Daddy's back.In he came, smiling but with another man, a young man right behind him, disappointing me. I.