Sashaying to his parents room as David Bowie's 'Boys keep Swinging' starts up, Joey opens his mother's dresser and removes a pair of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. Gold ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom's pussy when they went to the beach last summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gonna wear it to fuck his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the sides, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny cock was covered while domination leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs. "When you're a boy, other boys check you out," he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the ground with the ball of each foot to test the fit of the bikini bottom. Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the same drawer, tied the top strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it gagging over his head, making sure to flip his long blonde hair over the golden strap before catching and tying the rear strings together and adjusting the green triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered. Looking in the mirror over his mother's dresser, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left and then the right, each time protruding his butt out to admire the effect. "Perfect." He purrs as he runs his hands once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother's room and walks down the hallway into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purple long sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan's rough grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark blue t-shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his voluptuous deriere. Again preening, this time in the mirror behind his own door, Joey again walks with confidence to his mother's room, this time sitting down at her makeup table. Queen's 'Don't Stop Me Now' begins to play as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a light coating on, just enough to soften his features and make them a bit fetish more feminine. Making a pouty kissy face at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker shade than his own lips and skillfully applies it to match his exact lipline. Making a pouty face at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye shadow, applying some to his lashes. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the sound of an early 2000's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar style cell from his backpack to check the caller ID. School flashes across the screen. His heart skips a beat and his belly flutters with a million fuzzy wings as he hits the send button to answer. Nervous, "Hello?" A strong male voice from the other line, Mr. Brennan's, "Hello, Mr. Joey Stevens?" "Yes, this is he." "I'm just calling to remind you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the shop room," a husky note entered Mr. Brennan's voice as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating? The thought made Joey's cock jump to attention and caused his asshole to flex. "I remember, sir," now it blowjob was Joey's turn to put sex into his voice. Mr. Brennan's breath quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the mouthpiece BDSM quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the receiver and hung up the phone. "Later, Teach." Joey grabs a pair of Converse high heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoes, grabs his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his house, ready for school. He thought of Roy, and the cocky grin he'd had on his face when he tackled him during his first PE class. She has a creamy complexion with smooth soft skin. The good news was that blowjob the club provided very skimpy outfits for us to wear. is this how a dirty little whore like fetish you behaves?!!" he stood up grabbed me at my hips and turned me around. As she did, her ample backside was revealed, her flesh soft and speckled with small dimples. There is a bench and a BDSM suspension rack if you want to use it. It was a relief to see Chloe enjoying her food. � � � � � � � Being 5.11 feet tall and puerto rican with short hair I was an average looking kid with mostly average grades and the normal but fun to be around friends. As she stripped, she stared at her little sister. We didn’t have to report to my house for her house arrest to begin for a few more hours. “Bad mistake.” With two long strides he was next to her, leaned forward, gripped her hair an yanked her off the bed. “What are you doing here motherfucker?” Still, no release. “I can’t. I really can’t, not now,” Stephanie said, hanging her head. I smiled at both of them and headed towards the snack zone first. I continued my rocking, moving toward the orgasm that I craved. At this point, her mind was made up. I kept picturing her tiny little mouth sucking down my cock and swallowing every bit of cum I could give domination her. I wasn't quite sure how I would use that, but it was good to know it worked. Anyway, we have a situation down here. As she walked through the door her arousal jumped up a notch. I sampled her wetness, licking it up and making her small voice chirp like a mockingbird. “Well ok but first I need to check on the kids.” Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought. And Miles definitely wasn’t shy about showing off his body. Jim stood up and asked me if there was another machine that I’d gagging like him to show me again.