Thank God the band kicked in as I let out a moan of pleasure. “Fuck you’re calling yourself Lizzie now!”
I downed the wine and after throwing the empty bottle out, I walked through the dining room. I vaguely recall hearing principal turner through the sound system welcoming everyone as I entered. “Lizzie, don’t you think we should play them in order?” She said in her teacher voice. “That one’s our little secret, OK Lizzie?”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle!” I said panting. Aaaahhhhh! “I think she’s being honest. Oh fuck! I attended the strategy session before the fundraiser and when I saw Taisha, I felt I might cream in my panties. I had cleaned the table and toys and put them away. So, thank you Lizzie, for a wonderful little fantasy and a really fun night. “And there’s more…”
She watched in amazement, and I am ashamed to say, I felt a sense of pride, that I had such a beautiful sexy woman, so flustered. Maybe I should kiss it and make it better.”
I held still, nervously, as she moved closer. My reward more than made up for all the taunting and humiliation. I don’t think I have ever felt more powerful than that moment, kneeling before my African Goddess, bringing her overwhelming pleasure. She looks a little distressed.”
“I will leave that up to you, Chantelle,
