God! This woman's determined, if nothing else! All sense deserts my brain at this point and instead goes straight down to my cock and I'm overcome wit...h lust. I'll never get a better opportunity than this and though in the cold light of day I might think differently, with her hand gripped around the base of my shaft once more, and the smouldering look in her eyes, I realise I want her more than anything right now.Di reads the signs and without a word, slowly leans over and envelopes my shaft in. .Hurt my fucking tits!...Hurt them all you want!...Sogood!...Bruise them for me!...I love to have my slut-tits whipped, boys. So ifany of you fellows want to whip them, just pull your belts off and whack myfucking tits!...Twist my fucking nipples! Oh! I like that!...This isgreat!...You boys keep hurting them for me...It makes this slut so hot when youdo!" Cumbag giggled."Everybody stand around the slut!...I have an idea!...And you slut. Put yourhands behind your fucking back!" a boy said.Cumbag. Still snuggling with Darren she asked him if he everthought about dressing further as a woman. Darren's blush was all Reneeneeded to know.She put her panties and skirt back on and took Darren's hand and led himinto the spare bedroom. She told him he did not have to say anything asshe knew the answer to her earlier question. Renee then began to showDarren her lingerie drawers packed with panties, bra's, stockings, garterbelts, baby dolls and corsets. Darren looked on in fascination. They were impressed by what she knew and all the places she had visited. They asked her to provide writing samples and practice taking dictation, then show them what she knew about mathematics and using the abacus. They told her to sing and pray to see what her voice sounded like. Like everyone else, her hosts were bewildered by the contrast between Danka’s lower-class accent and her expansive knowledge of academic and intellectual subjects. In spite of a decade of wandering and everything that.