Many classesmet only four days a week, so on most days we had a free period forsocializing and gossiping... or doing Work Experience, which wasmandato...ry and which the teachers said was a good way to learn a futuretrade, but which I soon realized was just a clever way to make studentsprovide most of the labor needed to run the school without being paid.My Cooking class turned out to be the Work Experience team that madelunch for all the students every day.I began to see that the school really. My friend tore off my wife’s shirt and unhooked her pink bra. Her small tits were cute with round nipples. He throws her bra on my face and instructed me to wear it. I just remain silent, suddenly my wife gets up and slaps me hard in the face. My face turned red. She shouted at me “do as they told or you will be alone in your entire life”. I feel like want to cry but I control it. Kala helps me to hook my wife’s pink bra on me and made me wear her yellow transparent nightgown. The nightgown is. Connie was sitting like a regal princess on her chair there, and she just patted her lap as the two walked into the house. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Winnie." Bill stepped fearfully closer to her chair and was ready to sit in Connie's lap when she stopped the sissy with a sharp pinch to his ass. "No, you little pussy! You sit across my lap! It's time you got what's coming to you."Connie slid her own skirt up her thighs and spread her legs. Connie was a formidable looking woman. Before a year of intensive hormone therapy and implants had made his once well muscled body into the soft curvaceous form it had since aquirred. Before his daily sessions with his hypnotherapist had made it impossible for him defy Miss. Gennie's commands. (Miss. Gennie, had made it very clear that his therapy was not to help him accept his new role, but rather to assure that he would always remember his manhood and that anytime that his mannerisms, his tone of voice, his walk, his thrill as his.