Somebody had already left a few drops of come there, so she'd have to wash it before going home. Fortunately the school stocked shampoo in all of the ...showers, and that helped wash out come. At least they didn't have to worry about getting it on any of their clothes. She'd never be able to explain that to her parents.She was in a much better frame of mind as she settled in Home Room. She'd had a good fuck, two, actually, and a good, toe-curling orgasm."It's got to be repressed desires," Hanna. Once I’m in the bathroom I kick press my back against the door to support myself, making it shut with a loud bang. ‘Grace? Are you awake?’ Eli’s voice comes to a surprise and a small smile spreads across my lips. ‘Yes. I just need to use the bathroom. Could you be the greatest person in the world and make me some pancakes?’ I giggle, knowing I’m going to try and milk my ankle injury for all it’s got. ‘Of course!’ I nod and I hop back over to the sink. I sit down on the toilet cover and I pull. "Grab mine," Georgie was saying and Harry wanted me to hold his cock as well, so that's what I was doing. It would help get them off faster anyway.It's really hard being just fifteen and a cross-dressing fag like I was. Mom said I was always supposed to be a girl anyway, but I didn't know. It wasn't like I had a choice; all I'd ever had was girl clothes. I played with dolls and makeup and pretended I was Cinderella or a fairy princess every Halloween. By the time I was old enough to know I was. My legs, shaved smooth, had been shrouded in stockings, themicro-fibers hugging my legs and ever so slightly shaping them infeminine form. Turning me on the stool, Mistress graced me withher loving and powerful gaze. Wordlessly, she reached down andbrought a five-inch high-heeled pump before my face. Knowing myduty, I began to lick the shoe, tasting its leather and loving itas a fetish object. After I had licked the shoe clean, Mistresshad me bend over the stool. Rubbing the shoe all over my.