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Both Charlotte and I are getting better Hardcore at deep throating and Charlotte gets a bit (a lot actually) noisy when she cums when she’s being eaten out. James and I tried another 5 new positions, all rather strange and not what I could call satisfying ones. I’m starting to wonder if James spends most of his time when he’s not with us, going online and googling ‘different sex positions.” James picked us up at 6 pm to take us to the school for the art modelling. Imagine my shock when I realised that it was the school that I used to go to before I left to go to boarding school. I wondered domination if any of the teachers that I had were still there, then I remembered that I took Spanish instead of art. I remembered the way to the art room and as spanking we walked I had to give Charlotte a little encouragement by telling her that she should be happy to try something different. I don’t think that it worked but she kept walking with me. When I opened the door we were confronted by about 20 adults of fetish all ages and both sexes. A man that looked vaguely familiar came up to us and said, “Georgia, you look amazing, you’ve hardly changed at all. Do you remember me; Mr. Johnstone?” “Sorry, I took Spanish instead of art.” “Oh yes, I remember, but I used to supervise detention and if I remember rightly you were a frequent visitor for a while just before you disappeared. But look at you now, all grown up. Well you don’t look it but you must be, it’s been what 7, 8 years?” “Only 6 sir.” “Wow; but you are 18 now aren’t you aren’t you? If you’re not we’ve got a problem because all models must be over 18. Especially with the poses that I have in mind for you BDSM and this delightful young lady.” “Hi, I’m Charlotte and I’m not exactly sure why I’m here.” "You’ll suck my dick... if I what now?" I grabbed my phone. "Maybe we can take our little get together someplace else," she suggested as she looked at the two blonde women sat opposite her before her gaze settled Hardcore on her longtime friend, "What say you, Jess," she asked, "Your motel or mine?" We’ve got her fetish ready…now finish her!” Oh no, I thought: BDSM OUR VOWS! Obviously I wasn’t going to get either Nicole or Megan pregnant, but that was all I knew. She wanted him very badly to place his hand upon them and fondle them and when he did not do so, she even trust her breasts up a little. Once again I nodded. I see you got that pretty little step daughter there sitting next you. She agreed with my decision, and thanked me for talking with her. I text him domination to not arrive until 11. I followed, with my face burning in shame. He started kissing my shoulder very lightly through my t-shirt. He was simply the only one who she had ever spoken with before and the one she addressed first. He unwrapped the duct tape from my spanking wrists and I let out a moan of pain as I moved my arms forward.