“You may call me Lady Clara.” She told him. “Do you like ladies as well as men?” she enquired.“Yes, Lady Clara,” said Fred meekly.“Then ...shall we get you warmed up?” She said with a wicked grin.She positioned Fred on all fours and pulled the thong leotard to one side. Fingering a little lube into his little hole, she produced a good sized plug and took a few minutes working it into him gently until, with a little pressure, it sank home nicely. Its profile ensuring that it was going to take a lot. He wanted all the guys at school to know that beautiful Miss Janet Peters had led him into her bedroom and let him play with her naked tits. It was something the guys at school talked about a lot, but of course none of them had ever done it. Bobby could hardly believe he was the lucky guy.Her tits were delicious to touch, so soft and silky and warm. They throbbed under his caressing hands, and her pretty pink nipples went rigid with arousal, poking into his palms. Janet softly gurgled with. For her part, Donna felt Rebecca’s growing presence, power, and she did not dare to breath, did not dare to look away. She felt compelled to look into those bright, dark, eyes.“You feel it?” Rebecca finally asked.“Yes...” Donna stammered, finally daring to take a breath, “ ... Ms. Red Pussycat.”“That,” Rebecca explained, “is confidence.”“That is power, sexual power. That is how you expose yourself. That is what will satisfy any customer. Once you have harnessed that power, you can lap dance.. It was Evie.She tapped on the door, I opened it and she squeezed in to the small cubicle. She held her finger to her lips to keep me from saying anything. Then in total silence she dropped her slacks and panties and moved forward so that her quim was in my face. She pulled her cuntlips open and stuck out her tongue and wiggled it, leaving me in no doubt what she wanted me to do. I thought I was a randy bitch, but Evie made me look like a nun. I reached around and grabbed her arse and pulled her.