Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets an Education - Chapter 02 By Tappy McWidestance
I slumped back in the seat defeated. At Heather's insistence I spread my legs and arms like I had during my first ride. I was too worn out to resist. We got back on the highway and headed west. I didn't bother trying to track where we were going. It didn't matter anyway, I decided. I just shut my eyes and tried to rest. These girls obviously had additional plans for me and I was going to need all the energy I could muster.
I think I dozed off for a few minutes, but I woke with a start when we hit a speed bump. I quickly looked around and was dismayed to find that I knew exactly where we were. We were on sorority row at Mount Holyoke. All of the hard work I had put into my career was about to go up in smoke and I was powerless to stop it. A feeling of dread washed over me.
"Please Julie," I whined. "Not here."
"Don't worry pet," she responded. "No harm is going to come to you. The sisters know how to be discrete."
The sisters? Oh my God. We were going to her sorority. I should have realized that when I saw where we were, but I guess I was hoping we were just driving through to some other destination. We were not. Julie pulled into her sorority house's parking lot. From the sound of it, a party was going on. She had said lots of guys were going to be involved in our plans. I'd hoped that meant the truckers at the strip club. Now I was sure I was going to be passed around some frat boys from one of the other area colleges. My legs were like jelly getting out of the car. I didn't want to go in and my body was reflexively making it difficult for them.
Julie and Heather each took one of my arms and marched me in through the back door. I could hear loud music coming from the basement. I prayed that was not where they would lead me and thankfully they didn't. Instead I was directed up the stairwell. As luck would have it, we didn't meet anybody as we passed the second floor and ascended to the third. I was ushered into a private bedroom. From what I could tell, nobody except Julie and Heather knew I was here. That was of small comfort and would not be the case for long.
Heather left while Julie stripped me and then retrieved leather wrist and ankle cuffs from a desk drawer. I was shivering as I passively stood by and let her attach the cuffs. When she was done she stuck a probing finger into my pussy. Despite my apprehension, I was still wet, a fact that both pleased her and confirmed my need to follow her orders.
"Let me explain what is about to happen," she began. "Heather and I pledged our sorority at the same time. We were part of a group of six girls who formed one of the pledge teams. We grew to be close, very close, during hell week. In fact we've all been lovers ever since. As fate would have it, Heather and I found out we had dominant traits and the other four girls leaned more submissive, although not to the extend you are."
I listened to her wondering how she knew so much about what I was feeling in my core. Before yesterday I had never admitted to myself that I even had any bottom tendencies.
"Since we're all graduating, I wanted to give them a little treat for the years of service they have given Heather and me. You are that treat. I expect you to serve them all the way you serve Heather and me. I wouldn't worry about your precious reputation. All the girls are leaving next week and since they managed to keep their own reputations intact for four year of pussy eating, I think they'll manage one more week."
Julie's confidence didn't really assuage my fears, but I didn't have much time to worry about it. The door opened and Heather returned with a couple of other girls in tow. Both were pretty. I guess that was a prerequisite to joining this sorority. One I didn't recognize. One was in my philosophy class.
"Professor M, is that you?" Kelly, the girl I knew asked.
I couldn't answer her. I could only look at the floor. I felt a hand swat my butt.
"You were asked a question," I heard Julie say emphatically.
I paused trying to regain my composure. Finally I spoke. "Yes Kelly. It is me."
"Wow," she replied. "I always fantasized about you in class. I think you're hot. I can't believe we're going to fuck."
Hearing her describe me as hot was good for my psyche and I was able to raise my eyes. I found both her and the other girl I didn't know devouring me with their gaze. I started to feel a little better about the whole situation as two other girls walked through the door. One was a brunette, Sandy, who I had in the interdisciplinary program. Although I'd counseled her throughout the semester I never would have guessed she was into girls. The fourth girl was a cute blonde I'd never seen on campus. I stood nervously in front of them. I was the only one who was naked. I didn't know what to do so I waited for Julie to take charge.
"Professor, these are my pussy pleasers," she began. The girls all giggled at their nickname. Apparently they didn't know what was going to happen either. "Girls, the good professor has agreed she needed to expand her sexual horizons. At my urging, she has consented to be my graduation present to you all. You have been so loyal to Heather and me that we wanted to give you something back. So, for tonight, she is all yours. Whatever you want, she will provide. Isn't that right, Professor?"
Once again I felt shame and I lowered my eyes. "Yes, mam," I replied.
I sensed someone walking up to me. When I raised my eyes again I saw that it was Kelly. She gently took my face in her hands and gave me a very gentle, yet passionate kiss. While she did that, another one of the girls moved behind us and gave me a hug wrapping her arms around both of us. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, I remember thinking. When Kelly finally broke her kiss and stepped back, I knew my juices were flowing again. She had been so tender I remember thinking I was going to enjoy pleasing her. She stepped back and the brunette took her place. She had already shed her clothes and was not nearly so gentle. She grabbed my wrists and tugged me to the floor. Her pussy was already moist and inviting. I took the invitation and dove in. She held my head tightly. This was apparently for her need not mine. I wasn't going anywhere.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other girls shedding their clothes. As the brunette pulled my head back to give me some air, I saw Kelly now passionately making out with one of the other girls I didn't know. Back to the brunette's pussy I went. I sucked, licked and nibbled her pussy and clit until finally she came on my face. Her response was to push me away. I thought it strange that she had spent four years serving Julie. She definitely seemed the dominant type. What I was quickly to learn was all the girls were taking advantage of their new found power. In the pecking order of the sorority, they were beneath Julie and Heather, but for the next few hours, I was going to take orders from them and they were going to enjoy their new found power.
The next girl pulled me over her lap and gave me a spanking. It wasn't playful. It was hard, painful and caused me to cry. I quickly learned at each of the girls used me to take revenge on the activities they disliked most that Julie and Heather did to them. Kelly strapped a dildo on my chin and rode my face until she christened me with her fluids. Apparently Heather loved doing that to her but she hated it because she never got to cum. The fourth girl had me rim her ass. She didn't get off but I could tell my submission to her aroused her. Julie and Heather were standing back enjoying the show as each of the girls took several turns with me. I got a new appreciation for the depth of depravity Julie and Heather put these girls through as they took turns spanking me, fucking me with various dildos, giving me a golden shower, taking turns having me eat their pussies and asses and generally teasing me but not letting me cum.
I was a sweaty mess of aroused flesh when Heather finally stood up and started taking her clothes off. I wondered if she was going to select one of her pleasers or if she had another indignity for me. As it turned out she was ready to give me something she had promised earlier. I'd already been fucked by each of the girls so I wasn't surprised when Heather began slipping on a strap-on. Each of them had my pussy in a different position. I'd been fucked missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and once where my body was inverted and my legs were suspended using the cuffs above my head. That one had been a challenge as the blood rushed to my head. I almost passed out before the brunette took pity on me and pulled out. What would Heather require, I wondered.
She snapped her fingers and two of the girls pulled me onto my knees in a doggie position. I'd always liked doggie so this was good with me. What I had forgotten was Heather's promise to take my ass tonight. Had I remembered that I probably would not have wiggled my butt at her. Kelly produced a tube of KY and smothered it along my backside. Instantly I began to resist, but unlike her sweet exterior, Kelly's quick spank told me to be still. She used a couple of fingers to spread the lube and told me to relax. She started to push her fingers into my ass.
"Push back like you're taking a shit," she told me. I strained like she said and surprisingly when I relaxed my ass sucked her fingers right in. She wiggled them around getting me accustomed to the invasion. I then felt her remove her fingers and felt an enormous feeling dildo at my back door. I heard Heather hiss.
"Just relax slut. This isn't even my big strap-on. You can take it. Here we go."
I felt her push. I didn't think there was any way it was going to fit. She was insistent though applying constant pressure until I finally stretched enough to envelop the plastic invader.
"Oh my God," I screamed.
"Shut her up, she'll bring the whole house in on us."
Kelly was quick to appear in front of me sliding her pussy beneath my head. I didn't wait for her to grab my hair. I buried my face into her simmering pussy and howled. Between my screams of pain and did my best to service her. Heather was not going to be denied until she buried the full length of her dildo up my backside. Finally it was in. She paused to let me adjust to the feeling. As I did Kelly urged me to eat her properly. I did and was rewarded with more cool gel being applied to my ass as Heather began to pull her dildo from my rectum. Back in it went. This time was smoother, although it still hurt plenty. The third time it felt better and soon Heather built up a rhythm which started to feel good. She was hitting nerve ending I never knew existed. My new found pleasure must have improved my pussy eating skills as Kelly soon came on my tongue. She rolled out and another pussy took her place. As so it went. I had to give all five girls orgasms before Heather finally popped out of my ass for good. Along the way I'd come twice as Julie took pity on my and rubbed my clit. I had no idea what time it was but I knew it was late and I prayed they were done with me. The six girls were sitting around recovering. I was on the floor in the center of the room surrounded by them. As usual, it was Julie who spoke.
"So girls, did you enjoy our thank you gift?" she asked the pussy pleasers.
They all responded that they had.
"We're going to take her home unless there is anything else you want?"
I could tell I'd exhausted them. I couldn't believe there was anything we had not done yet. Each of them had cum at least 4 times by my count. They'd all fucked my pussy and after Heather had broken my anal cherry they had all fucked my ass. They even paired off and double penetrated me. I'd eaten their pussies and rimmed their butts. They had all spanked me more than once. I had been bound in various positions and abused verbally. What else could there be?
There was silence. I thought I was finally going to get out of there when Kelly spoke up.
"Before you take her home, I think you should have her do a house perp crawl."
What the heck was that? A house perp crawl?"
In unison every said that was a great idea. Obviously this had been a setup and was planned from the beginning. The house perp crawl, as it was explained to me, happened when a sister broke a house rule and needed to be punished. The term perp walk is used when a criminal is escorted to jail. Although I never had heard about the amount of lesbianism happening on campus, apparently at least in the sororities almost everyone went bi at some time. Naked paddlings and pussy eating were part of hell week. As Julie explained, most of the girls even if they were straight tended to stray from time to time. I was instructed that I would have to crawl back to the car. Any of the sisters who saw me would have the opportunity to give me one command or punishment. They could spank or paddle me, order me to lick their pussy or fuck me with a dildo.
The girls all looked absolutely radiant at the thought. I asked how many girls lived in the house. They told me 35. I shook my head. "I'll never make it," I said.
"Don't worry prof. It's late and even so, usually only the committed les sisters participate. I know how much you crave humiliation and submission. You'll love it."
"But how many of your sisters know me or have taken my class," I asked.
"I'm not sure," Julie said. "Maybe 10 or 12."
I slumped to the floor. Certainly any student who saw me would want to use her privilege. I lay on the floor gently sobbing. Heather tried to reassure me that it would be so bad and that every pledge went through this ritual. Her words didn't really help. I felt the cuffs being removed. It felt good to be free, although it was only temporary. I felt a collar being attached around my neck. I immediately noticed a leash attached to it. I felt a tug and then a spank to get me back on all fours.
"Get her tail," said Julie.
Heather walked back over to the dresser and returned with a thick dildo with a long tail attached to it. It was kind of like a hair extension. I didn't have to think hard about where that was going. After the night my poor ass had endured I was pretty loose back there and it didn't take much effort to bury the dildo in position. Another tug on the leash and we were headed toward the door.
Much to my dismay my pussy didn't seem to understand that I shouldn't be enjoying this. I could feel the wetness seeping down my inner thighs. My body was reveling this even if my mind was not. Julie stopped at the door. I felt two hands holding my butt and then somebody writing on it with a felt tip pen. I couldn't tell what message I was displaying on my backside, but after they were satisfied Julie tugged the leash again and we went into the hallway.
The stairs down were painful on my hands and knees. Each step had a metal edge to prevent slipping, but it dug into my skin. I struggled to be quiet. I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. My only hope was that it was too late for anyone else to be up.
We made it past the second floor of bedrooms. As we approached the first floor I could hear a movie playing in the living room. Somebody else was up. We reached the back door where we had first entered the house. It was decision time for Julie. She could either take me out to her car where I would be safe from prying eyes or route me through to the front door where I would invariably end up going through the living room.
So far my humiliation today had been completely at the hands of seniors who would be leaving campus within a week. Julie had promised they could hold their tongue and my secret needs would remain exactly that. Secret. She paused at the back door.
"You've done exceptionally well pet. Your lesson for today is almost over. Now you have choice. We can go through this door and back to your house. Nobody on campus will ever know about what a lezzy slut you are and you can go back to screwing college boys in Boston. Or we can go out the front door. From the sound of it at least one sister is watching a movie. I don't know how many additional people you may have to serve or whether they will be on campus next year or not. I know the six of us made a pact not to pursue you after graduation but I can't say that about whoever is in the living room. The choice is yours. What's it going to be?"
This was a horrible decision. I knew going back to the boys in Boston was out. There was no way I was giving up the freedom I felt submitting to these girls. But if Julie, Heather, Kelly and the others were to believed, my reputation would still be intact in the college community so at least I'd have my job. The hallway was silent. Heather opened the back door and Julie began to step outside. This time I tugged the leash. She looked at me for confirmation and I nodded.
Julie stepped back in and began walking through the dining hall. I crawled behind her. I felt confident and sexy. We rounded the corner toward the living room. My fate was sealed, even if I didn't know exactly what that fate was. The lights were on. There would be no hiding who or what I was. Julie led me into the room. Heather was walking behind us. The TV was on although I didn't recognize the movie. I was concentrating too much on the dildo in my ass and the swish of my tale hitting the backs of thighs.
I saw Julie stop and then move over. And then... And then... nothing. The room was empty. I felt a rush of adrenaline drain from my body. Somebody had left the TV and lights on. Julie tugged the leash and continued the perp crawl to the front of the house. There were a couple of first floor rooms where the lights were on but the doors were closed and they didn't see us. She finally led me out the front door and into the yard. I crawled across the grass and turned to go to the parking lot in back. The entire neighborhood was still. Clearly it was the middle of the night. We made it to the car without being seen and I was placed in the back seat. I was relieved, but somehow disappointed too. We rode back to my house in silence. I wondered if I'd ever see Julie or Heather again.
Back at my house the girls pulled me out into the front yard. They were going to finish the perp crawl. I prayed none of my neighbors were looking, but that this hour I figured the odds were minimal. Just before we reached my front steps Julie spoke."
"Pet, you made an important decision tonight about where you want your life to go. I'm proud of you. You obviously crave submission. I've got one last task for you tonight."
I expected her to have me eat her pussy one last time or have me clean the dildo which had been wedged up my ass for the last half hour. Instead she ordered me to do something much more humiliating. She told be good doggies always pee in the yard before going inside for the night. I looked back at her in horror but I saw she wasn't kidding. I don't know how long I stayed squatted on my front lawn before I finally relaxed enough to piss. I remember thinking the longer I take the more likely I'll get caught by a neighbor. I could see the first faint rays of sunlight on the eastern horizon. I knew some of my neighbors went jogging at dawn and this fact as much as anything else finally allowed me to degrade myself one last time. I could feel my pee spraying against my thighs. While it was happening Heather reached down and began manipulating my clit. I moaned in appreciation and gratitude. I stopped peeing, but she didn't stop fingering me. I begged her to take me inside but instead she took her other hand and began sliding my tail dildo in and out of my ass.
I looked up at Julie for her approval. She could tell I wanted to cum but I suddenly remembered her rule from the beginning of the day to not cum without permission. I was shaking in need as Heather expertly manipulated my body. She was holding me on the edge with knowledge far beyond her years. Lost was my fear of being seen by my neighbors. I had to cum one final time. I heard a garage door open and looked up at Julie pleading with my eyes. She just smiled and nodded.
Immediately I crashed over the edge of one final soul quaking orgasm. I fell to the ground shaking and moaning. I saw Julie drop the leash and then my purse in front of me. My two captors turned and walked back to the car leaving me quivering naked in my front yard consumed by a powerful climax. I heard them drive away and then heard another car pass my house. It was one of my neighbors although I had no clue which one or whether they had even seen me.
I lay in the front yard recovering for several minutes until I finally had the strength to pull myself up and crawl to my front door. I struggled a bit with the keys but finally got the door opened. After shutting the door I collapsed in the foyer where I promptly passed out, my body wracked from over 12 hours of nearly continuous sexual expenditures. I woke several hours later with my fingers in my still wet pussy. I must have been dreaming something nasty because I was aroused like all get out. I took off the collar and staggered up to my bedroom. I tried to fall back asleep but my pussy wouldn't let me until I took care of it again. I fantasized about a powerful mistress taking her satisfaction from my body and teasing me until I went insane. My fingers were dancing over my clit and I held back as long as I could before the wash of climax rolled over me again. I promptly fell back asleep and didn't awake again until the middle of the afternoon.
I spent Sunday around the house trying to get a handle on the flood of new feeling I had experienced that weekend. Friday I had let myself be picked up by a sexually aggressive man and Saturday I had willingly submitted my body to the use and abuse by a six-pack of college girls. This was so unlike anything I had experienced before and I was worried. I knew the girls had awoken feelings I never knew I had. They made me cum so hard. I knew I wanted more and yet I also knew messing around with students, especially girls, would be the end of my career. I tried to convince myself that yesterday had been a onetime thing. A wonderful onetime thing but a onetime thing none the less.
Even though I decided I wasn't interested in a repeat performance with Julie, Heather or their sorority sisters, I did stay at home all day Sunday in case any of the called. It was sick, I know, but that is what I did. I finished grading all the presentations I had watched and finished preparing my philosophy final. In a way I was disappointed Julie didn't call or show up. I wanted the closure of telling her we were through. Monday passed without a call either. Perhaps I was just a notch on their bedpost before graduation.
Tuesday came and I knew I would see Julie and Kelly at the philosophy final. They came into the room with the rest of the students and sat in the front row. Both were dressed in jeans and a sweat shirts. Very conservative, I noted. As I sat in the front of the room a proctored the test, my mind wandered back to the events of last Saturday. I began to wonder why Julie had not dressed more provocatively. I started to fantasize about her sitting in the class in a tight skirt. Sitting in the front row she would slowly spread her legs teasing me as I lectured. I would lose track of what I was talking about as I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. I was getting hot and bothered sitting in the front of the room. I tried to hide behind my laptop pretending to work, but mostly I was staring at her. I started to become wet when I imagined her walking to the front of the class room, sitting on my desk, spreading her legs and pulling my mouth tight against her pussy. I shook my head and tried to snap my mind back to the test.
Did she know I was looking at her for the better part of two hours? Probably not. Her eyes were buried in the test. There was a fair amount of groaning when I announced time was up. As I said before this class is a challenge and I always design the final to be difficult to finish. A parade of students walked by my desk to drop off their tests. Most were friendly and told me they enjoyed the class and to have a good summer. Some were just glad the class was over. They had survived but just barely. Kelly acted as if nothing had happened between us and just said thank you. I wasn't sure for what. Julie was last. I took a deep breath as she approached the desk.
"I really enjoyed having you this semester, Ms. M," she said. Was it my imagination or did she emphasize the phrase "having you?" I looked up at her and smiled. She looked around the room to make sure everybody else had left before whispering in my ear.
"I especially liked having you lick my pussy. We'll have to do that again before I leave campus. Be home Saturday after the graduation ceremony."
Her voice was so soft I had to struggle to hear what she said. As I turned my head she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed for the door. I was speechless. I watched her perfect ass framed in her tight jeans as she disappeared into the hallway. I had my speech all ready about how our affair was not going to be repeated, but she never gave me a chance to tell her. No matter. I had no intention of submitting to her again.
I spent the next couple of days grading the final and then relaxing a bit. Summer was always a time when I could travel some and recharge my batteries for the next school year. Financially I didn't have to teach summer school which was a blessing. After I turned in my grades on Thursday, I just had to attend the graduation ceremony Saturday and I was done for three months.
Graduation ceremonies always seemed stupid to me. Nobody really cares about the speakers and watching students walk across the stage to receive fake diplomas really doesn't hold my interest. Still it is fun to people watch and seeing the joy in your student's eyes gives you a bit of satisfaction. After the ceremony I headed home. Over the last couple of days I went through a series of emotions regarding Julie's decree that I should be home to lick her pussy one final time this afternoon. The educator and realist in me told that if she showed up, I should tell her to have a nice life and to leave me alone. But part of me wanted to submit to her again. To have her push me to my knees and force me to bury my tongue in her pussy once again. After all, what harm could one more time cause?
And so I found myself sitting on pins and needles Saturday afternoon waiting for Julie to arrive. The minutes and then hours ticked by. I began to wonder if she had just been teasing me. Certainly her family was in town for the graduation ceremony. How was she going to get away from them? After a couple of hours I decided it was just a big joke. Then the doorbell rang.
I took a deep breath and stood up. I walked to the entry foyer and looked out of the peephole. I didn't see Julie. I saw an older woman, and by older I guessed a few years older than me, standing on my porch. Who was that? I took another deep breath and opened the door. The woman, very formally dressed obviously from the graduation was standing front and center. She was not smiling at me. Off to the side was Heather. Gone was her robe. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and was looking down. She would not make eye contact. The woman introduced herself as Heather's mom and said she had a very important matter to discuss. She asked if she could come inside. I looked at Heather again. The confident girl I so joyously submitted to a week ago was nowhere to be found. Her mother must have found out what we did. I began to shake a bit. I hoped the woman didn't notice. I unhooked the screen door and I stepped back and let Heather and her mom into the foyer. I tried to be friendly and held out my hand to shake Heather's mom's hand. I introduced myself as Tammy. She shook my hand and said I could call her Mrs. Forrest. Her formality struck me as a way to control the situation. She obviously had her daughter in line and I assumed she was trying to do the same with me.
"Tammy, my daughter has something she would like to say to you," said Mrs. Forrest.
I was confused, but looked at Heather. She still had her head down. She mumbled a bit to the floor, but I could still understand her.
"Ms. M, I am sorry for taking advantage of you with Julie. It was wrong of me. I should not treat people that way. Please forgive me."
Now I was really confused. I looked at Heather's mother quizzically.
"Tammy, my daughter has always had a problem dealing with people in authority over her. Her father and I instituted a strict corporal punishment policy in our house for her whenever she broke the rules or disobeyed us. She's always had problems with teachers."
"Well, I accept her apology," I said. I didn't tell her that I thoroughly enjoyed when her daughter took advantage of me.
"Tammy, I want you to do something for me. Having her father or me paddle her doesn't seem to work. I want you to punish her. Maybe if a different authority figure does it she will learn something. Heather take your pants down."
This was a twist in the game for which I was not prepared. Heather seem to be expecting it however as her jeans were already down past her thighs.
"Tammy, please sit down. Heather, lie across her lap."
I did as Mrs. Forrest requested and soon the beautiful, and previously very dominant Heather, was face down across my lap. I gave her a tentative swat.
"That will not even get her attention. You'll have to be stronger than that."
I gave her a harder slap. The sound of my palm on her sweet young flesh reverberated throughout the living room. Heather didn't make a sound. I hit her again. Still no sound. She obviously was experienced. I would have screamed. I began to hit each of her buttocks as hard as I could. Her cheeks turned pink and then bright red as I continued my assault. I could feel her start to squirm and thought I detected a faint whimper. I know I saw tears begin to seep from her eyes. I started to feel sorry for her, but still she did not protest. Finally I looked up at her mother for permission to stop.
"Heather, did you learn your lesson?" she asked her daughter.
"Yes mommy," she replied.
"Tammy, part of Heather's problem is Julie found out about how she was spanked as a child. One night during their freshman year Julie spanked Heather and it became sexual. Ever since then it ceased being a meaningful punishment. Please place a finger in my daughter's pussy and see if it is wet."
I knew how wet I got when Heather and Julie spanked me. I had no doubt she was probably drenched. I wanted to tell Mrs. Forrest I didn't want to play her game, but at the same time, I was enjoying punishing the girl who so recently punished me. Mrs. Forrest was standing next to my chair. Her presence was commanding as she looked down at me. She nodded her head as if to reissue her edict for me to finger her daughter. My hand reacted on instinct. Heather moaned.
"My daughter is wet, isn't she?"
"Yes Mrs. Forrest," I replied softly. My examination didn't stop at the first touch. I couldn't help but push my finger deeper into her pussy. Heather's hips began to rotate on my lap.
"I told you to check her, not finger fuck her," Mrs. Forrest exclaimed with mock outrage.
I pulled my finger out. Heather whimpered.
"Stand up and pull your pants back up dear," Mrs. Forrest continued. I wondered where the game went from here. When Heather was presentable again, Mrs. Forrest walked over and opened my front door. Was that it? She wanted me to spank her daughter and then leave? Fine. Get out, I thought. I need some time with my own finger. That is what I would have said if I had not remained quiet.
"Heather, go back to the house and pack up the rest of your things. If you want Julie to take care of that leaky pussy that's fine, but I want to be on the way to the airport within an hour."
I watched as Heather walked out without saying a word. Mrs. Forrest shut the door and locked it. She then pulled out her cell phone and made a call. Of course I could only hear one side of the conversation, but it went something like this.
"Hi Julie. Yeah she is on her way back to you. Yes, she's got a red ass. I'm sure she wants you to fuck her one last time. That's cool with me, but make her beg for it first. Yes. See you later. Bye."
Mrs. Forrest snapped shut her phone and looked at me.
"Now Tammy, what are we going to do with you for molesting my daughter."