Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 A continuation on first Bad Medicine (To establish some of the characters)
and Bad Mothers (To establish the Setting.) I'll probably open a new folder
when it's done, and continue with a series.
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   Miss Susan

   "Now class, settle down.  Pay attention.  We have a special guest today.
You remember miss Susan, right?  Of course you do.  She had to take some
time off, to be with her daughter, but now she's back for a special show
and tell.  She, is a lesbian.  Yes, Elsie?"

   "Whatsa 'spian?"

   "A lesbian is a woman who loves women, instead of men."

   "That's bad."

   "No it isn't, it's just different."

   "Sh!  Quiet.  This is my class now, so I'm teaching them." I nodded,
quietly.  Pulling my blouse out of my skirt...

   "However, lesbians do not show their love like normal women.  They need
toys.  You like toys, right girls?  Yes, of course, but we use very special
toys on dirty lesbians.  Take off your clothes, and show them.  Now, I'm
going to pass around a box of vibrators.  Like this one, only smaller.  Get
up on the desk."

   I felt so exposed, ashamed, and yet aroused.

   "Everyone got one?  Good, now twist the bottom like this.  That's right,
just like a chapstick to make it hum."

   Giggles.

   "Now, this is her clitoris."

   "UHHHHH!"

   "Everyone, see if you can find your clitoris.  See, she likes it.  It
feels good, especially if you rub it around like this, around and around
her clitoris in top.  Isn't that right miss Susan?"

   "Yes!  Oh yes!"

   "Come on up, for a closer look." Her fingers spread me open, wide while
the electric lover continued it's laps around my sensitive spot.  "As you
can see, she's getting wet.  Now, you won't be able to get wet like this,
so you'll have to use spit.  Either spit on your fingers to work it in, or
you can have a friend lick you like this."

   "Ohhhhh!"

   More giggles.  "Teacher, mine doesn't work."

   "Try turning it the other way, dear."

   I heard another hum, and she giggled.  "Good, now take it back to the
toy floor." She dipped it down, so I could gasp for air.  "Now, as you can
see, she's very wet.  When she's wet, and loose enough, you may start to be
able to fit the vibrator inside."

   "Uhn!" She dipped it, in and out.

   "At first, you may meet a little resistance, but just dip it in and out,
like this, and let the vibes loosen her up."

   "Ahn nih hin!"

   "When she's loose enough, I can start to fuck it deeper, and deeper
inside her."

   "Oh, yes!"

   "This is fucking."

   "Ahn!"

   "This is how you fuck a lesbian."

   "Ahyes!"

   "Fuck her, fuck her deeper, and faster, until you can reach the bottom.
There, you will find a very sensitive donut."

   "Nh!"

   "Just press it in, and buzz the donut like this.  She may need a little
more work on the clit, just.  Swop!  Lick your fingers to get it wet, or
use your tongue on it.  Lh, hul, Lilith!"

   "Huh, uh!" She wiggled her wet finger into my flattened anus.

   It was their cute little ooh, and ahs, squeels and giggles of pleasure.
My former students learning a new game, with their new toys, and their
friends.

   "See?  She's starting to have an orgasm."

   "HAAAAAAAAHHHN!" I bucked uncontrollably, which only made her fingertips
slip, and backed out the vibe, so it bumped against my spasming cervix. 
The tight door to my womb, twitching, and bursting out of control, making
my asshole spasm on her squirming finger.

   "It feels very good."

   "Mhm?" I could only whimper..

   "However, your parents think its bad, and you might get in trouble.  If
they catch you playing with yourselves, or each other."

   "Oh god!" I knew, about multiple orgasms.  I heard that a woman can cum,
again and again, but at wasn't until she had me at her mercy, her fingers
inside me, and shook them so hard her palm slapped me that I actually felt
it.  Over and over, just stopping to let me breathe, then plunging back in
to bang out another, and another, all night until I passed out from
exhausted.

   But that wasn't even as intense as this.

   "Now, who else wants to be a lesbian?"

   "Ooh!"

   "I do!"

   "Ooh me!"

   "Me too!"

   "Now, you know miss Susan loves you all, very much, and you all love
miss Susan too."

   "Uh huh!"

   "Well, this is how you show a lesbian you love her.  So, if you love
her, cum up, and show her.  Show miss Susan how much you love her."

   I hadn't thought, in all my years, that little girls, toddlers could
feel this.  Kind of erotic pleasure.  Be aroused, much less achieve
orgasms, in pre-school.  I was a teacher, but then it took a very special
little girl to show me I was all wrong about that.

   And now, my old class, my former students were climbing up on chairs. 
"That's right, touch her, feel her all over, she likes that.  Don't you?"
Their curious little hands, and cute kisses all over my face.

   "Yes, oh yes!"

   "Yes, of course you do."

   I just had no idea, that I was a lesbian.

   "Mh?"

   She just meld me tighter.

   "Hhh," I looked at the clock.  [3:18 Am]

   Normally, one doesn't remember their dreams, so completely, but this was
not a normal dream.  'hahn!'

   I suppose it was, just what we did, only a few hours ago.  Right here in
my bed, coupled with her stories.  Downloaded from the internet, but of
course it was a particular story that appealed to me.

   Men like pictures, video, but I suppose now that women prefer erotica,
stories because they allow you to explore the feelings, and the story
behind the sexual action.  Not just what we do to each other, and how we
look.  Not just that, she is young, and beautiful, but not that young.  I
love her arms around me, her breasts against my back, swelling, and
flattening softly on my shoulders with each breath, and her breath on my
hair.

   "Snh!" Not to mention the smell, but that's not her.  She's still
asleep.

   It's also her.  Who she is, and how I feel about her.  I love her, I
realize that I always loved her, or quite quickly as I got to know her. 
First as a bright young mother, then a capable employee, a friend and
confidant, and now as lovers.  That's what appeals to women, not
necessarily other women, it works on heterosexuals as well, but that must
be why we prefer romance.

   She was right again about sex, it's is dirty.  Not in the way that
prudes, and homophobes mean it.  Even straight sex, I had forgotten, but
it's not clean like a blank page, stained with ink.  Or a picture on a
screen, where you can see their faces, hear their honestly comical moans,
but not smell their hair.  Possibly even see them get wet, watch them
squirt or the thick white blop of cervical juice run down, sucked out by
repeated plunges of the vibrator.

   "HhHhHhH!"

   You can't smell it.  Taste it, nor even feel the sensations that her
mouth sucked out of me.  My anus.

   She was right, again.

   That does feel good.

   I had no idea, but the assumption is that as the teacher you know it
all. I'm older, so there is nothing to learn from my assistant.  My
students.

   Of course, the 1 story that truly appealed to me was the student-teacher
one.  High school, not Pre-K.  Seduced by the salacious stories, turned in
to get her attention.  Then flirting, exchanging glances, shy smiles, and
blushes.  Dirty little glances down at her knees, under her desk. 
Spreading under her skirt, flashes of her underwear, and slipping them down
her young shaven thighs to get her fingers in there.  Under her desk, where
no one else can see, except me, at the head of the class.

   "Huh!"

   I got up.  I don't have to work in the morning.  Taking some time off,
after seeing a little girl, a very dirty little girl.  She showed me that
even so young, they do get aroused.  They can feel sexual pleasure, even
presumably orgasm.

   As young as 5.

   "Uh!"

   I'm compromised.  However, I have a business to run, so I take my
vibrator with me to the bathroom.  It's a school night, so late it's early,
but I have a lot to think about.  She does have to work tomorrow.  Get her
rest, and I have to get Zhala out of that house.

   I know it's wrong, and I would never.  Never do anything like that. 
That's why I have to get her out of there, I won't take advantage of her,
as she was taken advantage of, but I can't stop thinking about her.  She
can take care of herself, but sitting on the toilet.  I pee, in the dark, I
had thought she would help me with the wine, but she doesn't drink.

   She's only 19.  I should have thought of that, but I pick up the
vibrator.  "Huh!" She never even used sex toys before, not that I had to
show her how, but it was fun.  I have to clear my head, all this is making
me forgetful.  Distracted, I don't trust myself, running the class any
more, but thankfully now I have someone who I can trust with them.

   I have Hetty, and she's a great teacher.

   ;

   Hetty (fp Class.  CP ZooK Nurs Nepi)

   "Puppy!" Another mother, dropping another student off.

   "Come here, Janey.  You can play with the puppy, all day, but first I
have to show you something." Behind my desk, now that it is my desk.  I
brought Maggie to help keep the students occupied.

   "You love puppies, don't you." Up in my lap.  "That is Maggy, she's a
bitch." She giggled.  "Yes, I know, but did you know that bitch means a
girl dog?" Her freshly tied pigtails shook, shaking out the smell of baby
shampoo.  "Well, when Maggy gets a little older, she's going to go into
heat.  Look.  See?"

   "She's naked."

   "Yes, of course, but Maggie's naked.  See?  So's the girl in the
picture, but she's going to show us how to take care of a bitch, when she
goes into heat.  See how she plays with her?"

   "Uh huh?"

   I spread my fingers, on the screen, and she bent down.  Closer, as it
got bigger.  Swelling as with blood, then I swiped to the next picture, and
the next.

   "Now," I set her down, "Go play." Patted her bottom, and sat back.  To
get my skirt up, play with myself, before the next one is dropped off. 
Keep an eye on them, but now I'm in heat.  Swollen, wet, spreading my
fingers to flatten out my lips, and expose my sensitive spot.  "Nh!"
Blink," keep an eye on the little ones, glance out the window, but they're
fine.  "Mh!" Nod.  Playing with the puppy.

   ;

   Susan (Ff Talk MC)

   I went to see her, for Naptime.  Waved through the window, so my shadow
went over the floor, and desk.  She looked up, and smiled.

   "Huh!"

   "Smooch."

   "Huh!  I was thinking.  You remember when you said Zhala might be a
threat?" She nodded.  "Well, I just realized.  Well, all she did was play
in the potty.  So, I don't see how that would be a problem." I was just not
thinking, with all the horror, before I could think clearly.

   "Well, since you told me, I talked to the children."

   "Oh?"

   "She has been playing with them."

   "Of course."

   "Sexually."

   "All of them?"

   "Noho." She laughed, "Just the girls."

   "Oh." I blinked.  "All of them?"

   "The twelve or so I talked to."

   "Kay zhala I suv shay zhala wi o thay."

   "Ah!?" she shook her head, "What?" Grinning wide mouthed, as a baby.  I
kissed her.

   "Sorry, I looked up her name, while I was online.  It means Needle."

   She frowned, "Oh," shook her head, "Sounds Kurdish."

   I nodded, "Rom."

   "What's that?"

   "Gypsy.  Where the needle goes, the thread is sure to follow.  Something
her mother said."

   "Oh, and you remember that?"

   "Well, she said Zhala, twice.  So, I looked it up, and found a bunch of
phrases, until I remembered the right one."

   "Well, you're not running away with the Gypsies, are you?" She grinned.

   "Not yet." But it feels like that, now.  "See you at home?"

   "My place." She didn't bring a change of clothes, just a night gown. 
Wore it, just looks like a button up dress.  And borrowed some underwear,
it doesn't fit.  Too loose up top, and too tight below, but I looked back
in the window.  Still out, I felt up the front.

   My bra, had to pull the straps tight for her this morning.  Still a
little loose in the cups.

   "Snh!" through her nose, on my cheek.  "Hmn!" She bit her lip, and
nodded.

   "See you tonight," I pulled her hand, and unlatched the gate.  I didn't
want to let her go, but looked back from the car.  She took a drag, and let
smoke out of her nose.

   Stopped by the store.  The adult bookstore, they have one called the
"Stallion." It doesn't look like one.  A real one's.  A horse-cock.  I
didn't just look at adoption, and satisfy my curiosity about Zhala's name.

   I found some music, a Khurdish singer, listened to it.  Interesting,
kind of reminds me of Abba, actually.  Not my favorite song, though. 
"Slippin' Around," that's what I listened to.  Over, and over, watching
Luxure TV.

   It doesn't really look like one, a Stallion's but an 8"er, with balls
and a suction cup.  Maybe as big around as the real thing, a horse cock,
but it doesn't cum buckets like one.  I bought it anyway.

   ;

   Hetty (fg Nurs Mole Piss)

   She left, so I put it out, and went in.  Shelly sat up, rubbed her eyes.

   'sh,' Among the Gadje, they say our best defense is our tongue.  The
Rom, lie.  They also leave, that's actually their best defense, but they
won't tell you that.  Like I can't tell her Zhala actually means go, or the
way.  Not without revealing that i know Rom, better than her.  "What's that
mean?  Uh huh?" Hold your tongue.  Zhala is as important a concept in their
culture as Mahrime, only the opposite.

   They take the road, Zhala to escape the curses, Mahrime of the Gadje. 
If you ask Baba, the Japanese word Gaijiin came from the Rom.  Outsiders,
only the Rom are outsiders, everywhere.  They lie, and they move before the
debtors catch up.

   She padded to the bathroom, so I got out my phone, and turned on the
nannycam.

   'hh!' She tinkled, but I put the lid down, and sat on the toilet.

   'come here.'

   Somehow Baba never recognized me.  With the blinders on, she's not
really a look you in the eye kind of woman.  Superstitious.  I avoided her,
turned away, walked off when she came in, the day her daughter got caught,
being dirty.  Mahrime, the family curse.  Ironically, I think it came from
the Cossack half, her father.  You know, Ivan Nabakova?  I'm sure it's just
a common name, Russia was larger than any other Continent at the time.

   Just the way he looked at her, talked to her, bought her sexy things. 
Don't know what else he did, besides let her know, constantly how sexy she
was becoming, now that she's growing up, becoming a woman...  Not me, just
her.  He didn't even look at his wife like that any more.  She doesn't have
his blonde.

   Dorothy, like the first girl, I found out Mahrime was cheating on me
with.  In my lap, I buttoned down the front of my night shirt.  "You like
playing dollies." Not lollies.  She looked, at the teal bra, through the
opening flap of my dress.  "With Zhala?"

   "Uh uh." She looked up, I saw her.  "Mamae." Playing with her friends.
Naked, yesterday, I checked the nannycam, still out like lights.

   "Like this?  Huh!" Unhooked it, in front.  Convenient, I need to get
some of these front clasp ones.  Like she did with the babydoll.  Didn't
take off the diaper, but showed her girlfriend, to suckle her nipple.  She
licked her lip, shook her head.

   "Mommy." She hugged me.

   "You do this with mommy?" 5, or 6, a little late to ween.

   "Woq," she rooted, but shook her head.  "Snh, woq woq!"

   "Huh!" I leaned back, gently.  Against the tank.

   I remember this, too.  Dried up after a couple years, but at that age, a
couple years is half his life.  I suppose he remembers too.  I'm so lucky
little Henry was a boy.  I don't feel, the milk swelling, wicking through
the dried up glands.  Just hot, her soft little hands, squeezing.  "Hhh!"

   "Woq woq woq!"

   Of course, most children don't remember before they were about this age,
but she does.  She is this age, her mother nursed her, and look.  She
forgot to button up her onsey.  Still a little damp, didn't wipe either.

   "Nm!  Snh, woq woq woq..."

   "Swop." Taste it on my tongue, swallow.  "Hh." Just a little, fresh pure
young little girl pee.  But now my finger is wet.

   "Mh, mh!" She can't suckle any more, and I can't get my hands under
there.  In my tight borrowed panties.  So, I keep touching her instead. 
"Oh, mommy!"

   "Nhm!" I don't have to.  I feel it, the love well up from her.  The love
for her mommy, missing this.  Curled up in her arm, fat little tummy full
of milk.  Nodding off, still latched on suckling.  "Hm!" It swims in my
head, like the afterglow of an orgasm, except instead of fading, it wells
up deeper, and deeper.

   "Mh, hn!" She grunts, holding her breath, and shivers.

   Little girlgasms, over so quickly.  I immediately pull back from her
spot, but dip my pinky down.  Fell her spasming.

   "Uhhhhh!" Wigging in, without a pop.  No blood for doctor Ivanova. 
"Hihn!" The cutest little sigh.

   Not a virgin, good.  I didn't do this to her, make her precociously
sexual.  Twist this feeling for her mother, this innocent memory into
something erotic, and take her innocence.  It was Zhala.  Good.  "Swop! 
Feel better."

   "Mhm?" She knows The Way.

   "Good," I checked the screen, "Because the others are waking up."

   No underpants, to wet, just a couple snaps.  You would think that
uncomfortable, but I can wait, until I get home.  To her.  Wash my hands
first, but she pads out.  Sighing cutely.

   My theory is that they aren't, sexual.  They can be, but someone has to
make them.  Not me, I don't have to.  Between yesterday, and today, that's
15 girls.  To play with, which Zhala perverted.

   But now they are.  Sexual.  They have to be satisfied.  They're just
lucky I'm here, and I understand.  Nothing wrong with it, someone has to,
to keep them from making other girls dirty.

   "Mahrime." Pass on that curse.  "Baxt hai sastimos tiri patragi." If I
stay, put down roots, my only defense is their tongue.  Rom.  Nobody else
understands it around here.

   ;

   Bad Teacher (Fg Nepi ZooE Piss Porn)

   "Yes, Katie?"

   She got up in my lap.

   "Were Maggie?"

   "At home," I can't bring her every day, "She feels ill." Surprised us,
who knew Bassets go in heat at 6 months?

   "I miss hew."

   "I know," I stroked her pontytails in my lap.  Got out my new phone, and
looked over the sleeping children.  "Did you have a dream?" She's dry, I
checked.  "Want to watch a movie?"

   "Uh, huh?" I took her in my office, turned on the computer, to monitor
the children on their mats.  "Up." Typed with my thumbs, and the program
decrypted the file.  "Look.  See?"

   "Horsie!" She sat up.

   "Yes!" she sees horsies!  "You like horsies?" I love horsies, or I
would, given the chance.

   She giggles.

   "Yes, horsie go pee pee." The camera panned down, all by itself "See? 
She's all wet!" I sure could use a shower.  To cool off, I unbuttoned my
collar.

   She arched and relaxed.  To reach up from her dress, white dress going
transparent, clinging to her braless breasts to reach up, before it slipped
back in.

   "HhHhH." Lick my lips, "She loves horsies."

   She just nodded.  I felt down the part in her hair, out to a pony tail,
and let it slip through my fingers.

   "Snh!" No more tears.

   "Nh!" Her hands already between her legs.  I sniffed her scalp.  Even
through the shampoo, I could catch a hint of little girl odor.  The
particular smell of a toddler's head.

   "Snhhh!" It takes a little longer for it to change, get stronger with
her arousal.  I lapped up to her crown, along the tight part, to the
cowlick, and swirled around it.

   "Hihihn!"

   "That tickle?" Holding her tight, to my breasts.

   She shook her head.  "She peed again!"

   "No, that is a boy horsie." And that's not pee.  "A boy horsie is called
a Stallion, a girl horsie is a Mare."

   She nodded, and I gave her crown another quick kiss.  "Huh!  But the
other kids are waking up." I helped her off my lap, closed the file, and
let the program re-encript it.  "Run along and play."

   I would have liked the time for a break, but no rest for the wicked, I
suppose.

   I held the door for her.  "Okay," she smiled up at me, "Miss Susan."

   ;

   Hetty (fba ZooK NS Play)

   "Mahrime!" I spat, warded with my pointer and pinkie.  "Henry, Junior!"

   "Huhuhuh!" Maggie curled up.

   "Pull your pants up!" He did, but not quickly enough not to she, "What
do you think you're doing?"

   "Playing Mare." He fixed his britches, at least.  Tail between his legs.

   "When did you talk to Mahre'?"

   "No," he pointed, "She play Mare." Not Mahre, Mare.  The way he said it,
Maiw, it sounded almost the same as he says Mary.

   I blinked.  "Wait, what?"

   "She in heat, she need a Stallion."

   I sat down, "Where did you hear that?" I knew Pony play was a bad idea.

   "Ant Susan."

   "What did she say?"

   "She say a horsie go in heat, just like in the movie."

   "What movie?"

   "On hew phone."

   "She showed you movies, on her phone?"

   "Uh huh!  Puppies, an Horsies, and girlies.  In heat."

   "Uh!" I had been, well ran into a bit of a block.  Trying to decide how
to take our relationship to the next level.  I was just so proud of her,
getting a new phone.

   That horse cock she ordered.  "Huh!" I knew, of course, ever since I
strapped it on, she was really getting into pony play, but.  "She showed
you it?"

   "Uh huh!  And Maggie go in heat, just like the mare." He liked to play
Horsie with her too, since she got tall enough for him to straddle.  Not
support his weight, I shook my head.  "Uh!" I was at a complete loss.

   "I wuv Maggie." Junior, I couldn't bring myself to name her Mahrime. 
She was a gift, a blessing really.

   "Yes," I patted his head, "I see that."

   I needed some time off, after working so hard lately, managing all the
kids myself, and hiding my secret income.  Processing my 1 video, my debut.

   "I need to talk with her when she gets home, now go play in your room."

   "Okay, mommy." He toddled off.

   I suppose I don't have to hide it any more.  I didn't even think I
could, get her to go against her beliefs, her professional ethics.  I
tried, but I certainly thought it would have taken more of a push than
that.

   {Zhala - I'm in Love (Video) The Leitmotif changes to that image...}

   ;

   Susan (Ff...)

   "Hupbph!" I shook my head, untied my hair, and dropped my purse.

   "Hard day?"

   "I just, forgot what it was like, handling them alone." Bent over the
fridge, "Where's my Manischewitz?"

   "I caught Jr.  Today."

   "Oh?" I looked back.  "I really need a drink." I went to get my purse.

   "Yes, fucking Maggie."

   I stopped.  "Huh!" Closed my eyes.

   "You showed him childporn?"

   "No," I turned around, "They're all adults." Not over 18, unless you
count dog years.  "He was asking questions."

   "Have a seat."

   "I really need a drink."

   "No," she put her hands up on her hips.  "You don't.  Sit!"

   "Don't treat me like a dog."

   "I thought it went without saying don't show a child, a 5 year old
Zooporn."

   "Huhf!" I flopped down.  "Let me explain.  First of all, I didn't touch
him.  I never touched him, I just caught him too."

   "He said he learned it from you."

   "Yes, but I just explained what Katie was doing with her." Why we have
to keep her home until she cools off.  "I don't know where she saw movies,
but she already knew about it."

   She blushed, and looked down.

   "Hetty?"

   "What?"

   "You tell me."

   "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "Look, I don't know what you're lying about, but you remember when you
told me you don't want us to have any secrets in our relationships?"

   "You know, you can be a real bitch when you're sober."

   "Huh," fine.  "Then I don't really see any incentive in being honest
with you, if you're going to lie to me." I got up, "I'm going out." Grabbed
my purse.

   "No, wait.  Huh, you're right, come here."

   "What?"

   She kissed me, so I could finally relax.

   "She got it from me."

   "Who?"

   "Katie."

   "You showed her movies?"

   "Let me see your phone."

   "What's wrong with yours?"

   "I have to make sure there's nothing incriminating on it." She thumbed
through.  Walked over to her computer, and unplugged something.  A
Micro-USB adapter, it looked like, only instead of a chord, it just had a
small block with a full USB on the other end.

   "What is that?"

   "A flash drive."

   "Oh."

   "A memory device, it holds extra memory." And a pun.  "Huh?"

   "What?"

   "Where did you get this?"

   She held up the screen, showed me the SFWAprogram.

   "A friend."

   "What friend?"

   "A friend online."

   "Yes, well do you know what this app is?"

   "It's a security program."

   "Yes, a security program to tag, and encrypt files."

   "Yes," that's what she said it was.

   "Used to hide Childporn files."

   "Oh." I shook my head, "I don't have any childporn files."

   "Right?  Which is why it's a little suspicious."

   "Wait, why do you know what it is?"

   "I just found it on your phone, because I was trying to install it, to
look for Tag&Trace WORMs."

   "What's that?"

   "Programs, pattern recognition algorythims to detect and follow
childporn."

   "Oh.  How do you know all this again?" I covered my mouth.  "Oh." I
sometimes have trouble thinking clearly, when I'm upset.

   She knows that.  "The same reason you assumed I showed him childporn."
She nodded.  "You're a child pornographer?"

   "No, I just look at it." And away, from me.  I'm not a psychopath, I
know, because I actually have empathy.

   "And showed it to Katie."

   "Well?  Like you said.  Huh!  She had a lot of questions, I had trouble
answering.  Without showing her, you know how poor her language skills
are."

   I nodded.

   "Well, she does like dogs." She looked bad.  "And now horses."

   "You showed her too?"

   "You know how to run that program?" She nodded, I rolled my eyes.  "Wet
in Heat."

   She got out her phone, plugged in her little doodad, and tapped
something with her thumbs.  "Here."

   "What's this?"

   She didn't look up, from my phone.  Just smiled.  "What I showed her."

   "Pictures?" Well, that looks like a bulldog.  "How old is she?" Let out
a little gasp.

   "I don't know, looks about eight or nine.  It's a slideshow, swipe
through them."

   "Oh." Still new to all this.  "Oh!"

   "So," she cuddled up with me, "You want to go out, and get drunk, or do
you want to stay home, and look at porn?"

   "Well, if you put it that way..."

   "So, who's this friend?"

   "I don't know.  Anything about her, really." Not even what she looks
like, she blurs out her face, "I just met her on Luxure TV."

   "Oh, then why did she send you the Ap?"

   "The SFW Ap?" She nodded.  "Well, she's a breeder, so she doesn't want
her business endangered."

   "Understandable." I sure understood.

   "It cost a lot." Thousands.

   "Horse breeder?"

   "No, dogs.  Weimaraners."

   "Ooh, you have any more videos?"

   I took it back, "Some of them are." I looked over, remembered who I was
talking to.  "Yeah," Pattycake.  "You should like this one." Can't view the
files, unless you know the name.  Very very secure program, from what I
understand.  "How did you ever afford it?"

   "Huh." She turned me.  Looked me right in the eyes.  "I didn't.  I am, a
child pornographer."

   "HhHhH!" I closed my eyes.  Tried to process that.

   The problem is, she works at a daycare.  My daycare.

   "Smooq," she unbuttoned my blouse.  "And," she knows this drives me
wild, "A nepiophile." She licked my heaving chest.  "Toddlers.  Girls."

   I nodded, panting breathlessly, but she knows I can't think clearly, not
when she's doing that.

   "Oh!" I felt her hair.

   ;

   Hetty (Ff CP Pony Play)

   I turned on the camera.  "I got you something." No occasion, for the
weekend.  We're closed Sunday morning, most of the parents take their
children to Sunday school, so we can sleep in.  All morning, until then, we
have all night.

   "Oh!" She opened it, but I focused on her face, and zoomed out as she
picked it up.  Caught the expression of discovery on her face, then the
look of bliss when she held it up, closed her eyes, and stroked it across
her cheek.  "Mh!  Ooh!"

   "It's horsehair." Long, thick, strong, deep chocolate brown, 100%
genuine "Horse tail," to be exact.

   "Ohh!" It's very expensive, "How did you ever afford it?" I saw her,
looking at it online.

   I got out my phone, just hit play.  "1 video." It's very popular. 
"Don't show the camera."

   I took it, traded her my phone, and turned off the camera.

   She watched, frowned, so I set them both down.

   "What did you do?"

   I sat down.  "Nothing.  I asked them, if any of them played with Zhala.
Then, I didn't stop them, when they showed me." And gave them all
Lollypops.

   "Oh." I helped her out of her blouse.  Her chest warmed up, so I slipped
my hand behind her back, and unclasped her bra.  "Oh!"

   "Yes." She blinked, "You shared this, online?"

   "Yes, but only after I systematically went through every frame, and
cleaned up anything that could be identified.  See how the background is
blurred?" Over 20 minutes of video.  "Well," I bragged, "I can buy the
center from you," a little, "Now.  Name your price." The money still comes
in steadily.  "Or I can retire."

   "Mhm?" She wasn't listening.  She had forgotten the new buttplug. 
Everything else, she barely payed any attention to me, right here, feeling
her legs.  "Hh!"

   There's sound, cute little giggles, even some moans, and they are real
moans.  They aren't self-conscious enough to fake orgasms, they don't even
know what a Lesbian is, because you have to teach them.  But, it's still
early in the video, the orgasms cum much later.

   "Pop!"

   "Lickit!"

   "It's very sticky." In her ear, she just nodded.  She's hooked.  Of
course, she just admitted showing Katie the video I watched friday night, I
had to overnight the buttplug, but we'll get to that.  She just discovered
Child Porn.  It might take her a little while to think about it clearly. 
"And sweet."

   She licked her lips, eyes lit up with a dozen darling little girls,
playing with lollypops.

   And dolls, Shelly got the dolls.  This is my favorite part, so I watched
with her.

   She taught.  A bunch of girls sat down naked on the playmat, while she
got out the babydoll, didn't take off her diaper.  Just sat down, and
showed them, how to feed the baby.

   She's not flat chested.  She's a toddler, a fairly chubby little one,
and her friends don't call her fat, because they're toddlers.  They don't
have body issues yet, I have to assume that they remember their mothers
feeding them, or they were bottle fed.  I don't know, I just asked Shelly.
She put the bottle down, but a couple girls walked up, on their knees, and
latched onto her tiny, pale pointed nipples.

   "Huh!" I looked back, already had one in my hands.  "Woq wq wq wq!"

   "Oh!" She felt my hair.

   "Sn!  wq wq wq wq..." I love her, so much.  She never nursed, I wish I
could record that memory, and somehow upload it to her brain, so she could
feel that.  Close motherly intimacy.  With Jr.  How I can be absolutely
certain exactly what I am.  Preferential, toddler girls.  Women, or
teenagers, I can do, but there's an innocence about toddlers especially. 
Babies too, I don't mine the diapers, their fat pussies wet with urine, nor
the nasty, stinky loads smeared into their cute, round soft smooth
buttocks.

   But, there's something to be said for a mature breast, with lines of
stretch marks, wrinkles not unlike a watermellon, though not as firm.  And
the tiny, hard dark nipples that have never seen a drop of milk.  "Snhhhh!
Woq wq wq wq..."

   I love her.  So much, every part of her, but this.  "Hhhhh." I love
this. Every part of her differently, but this is special in a particular,
feminine mammilian way.

   This is how I do it.  How I learned, from one of the worst sexual
predators of a generation.  Whatever they like, whatever it is, whatever
deep dark subconscious fantasies they have.  Find it, turn it into a game,
and use it.

   I love it, but I used her.  Her innocent interest in horses, and latent
sapphic desires.  Her sincere nuturing love of children, and made her like
me.

   "HhhhHhHhH!" And it's suck a head trick!  "Mhhh!" I had to sit up, put
my head back, just close my eyes, and feel it.  "Yes." It works.  It even
works on straight, mature, women.  "Huhhhhh!"

   "Oh, what happened?"

   "Hm?" I blinked, shook my head.  How long was that?

   "There's a cut, what did I miss?" She showed me.

   "Oh, I had to clean up patty." And the potty.

   "Oh." She understood.  Mud pies.  "I didn't have to stop them before
that." I got up, sighed.  "Hihn!" Shrugged, and picked up the buttplug. 
The camera.  "Lets go to bed.

   Her eyes followed it, the tail.  I gently twitched it, brushed my thigh
with it, turned, and went in the bedroom.

   She was right behind me.

   ;

   Mare' (F/f Switch Pony/Bitch Play DS Copr Porn)

   "Nh!" Her hand pulled back, out, and I collapsed, shut.  Snorted, and
shook my head.  My hair, rolling over my shoulders.  "PhubPh!" Sputtered,
and my lips whickered up from my teeth.  Flanks twitching for the internal
spasms.  "Snh!" Her fingers at my snout.  "Phfh!" I never had so much sex.
Even as a teenager, with a teenaged boyfriend.  Lately I had even settled
into a weekly night to myself, to unwind, relax after a hard week, with my
electric lover.

   Much less this, ultrasex.  Every night, but this was special.  No
occasion, we just had some issues to work out, on eachother.

   Really in heat now, I blinked up at her.  Wiping the creamy mess from
her fingers on Him.  The 1 thing to come between us, the long black shaft,
with the flattened face, a little point above the up side down tear drop of
a hole.  Held it with both thumbs crossed, brushing my lips, my teeth
coming open around it, then pried wide.  As it got thicker, deeper.

   "GrhlghK!"

   Her fingers in my hair, the taste of my juices painted down my throat,
the sweetness of the thick white cervical fluid from her tickling
fingertips.  All 3 of them, wrapped around her thumb, the pinky wouldn't
reach, but she twisted it in me, to brush my sensitive spot.  Inside,
milking out yet another fluid, musky, pissing out in drops from her
washboarding it with her knuckles.  All to take this.

   "KHAHK!"

   Then he's behind me.  Finally, my heat burning under my tail, my new
tail, brushed aside to slap my hip, gently whip my flank, and roll over my
back on the side.

   "PhbpH!" Then, "NEIAGH!" Arching, and rearing at the penetration as he
mounts me.  "NEIGUGHUGH!"

   Inch by agonizing inch, going ever deeper, wider, until pressed into the
end.  Of me, I couldn't take all that.  A foot and a half of realistically
molded black silicone, pressed into the patch of fur she grew out in front
for me.

   A pedophile.

   My nepiophile.

   "NEIAGHuh!" Spasming against it.  Nepiophile, she said.

   Girls.

   Toddlers.

   Just out of diapers.

   And me, her hands slipping up my flanks, around my swollen hanging
teats, gripping, and dragging back.

   "Uhhhn!  NGH!" I nodded, gulping breathlessly.  Tried to gasp on the
backstroke before she sank Him back into me, but too full.  Butting into my
cervix so hard it pushes deeper.  Into me, and deeper, stretching my fist
loosened tube tighter around it, and tighter, "NghUH!" Like my asshole,
when she first penetrated it, loosened, and wettened by her probing tongue,
until it snapped tight around the base of the buttplug, but even she can't
kiss me this deeply.

   I never had so much sex.  Not just in size, I'm a size queen.  What
initially peaked my erotic interest, after the first time I visited a farm,
they had ponies, Shetland ponies, cute little things low enough for me to
pet, and brush, and comb their manes, their tails, even as a girl.  A very
little girl.

   "NGHaaahhHH!" I just relaxed.  Just try to relax, she's not fucking
around any more.  In and out.  Just in, with insistent pressure.  Unlocking
me, picking the lock, to my deepest barrier.  Hacking me, I help. 
Skooching, until I can even feel the tiny tip, and the little hole, in the
center of my cervix.  Relaxing, dilating, going ever so slightly wider.

   "HuhhhhHhHhuH huH hUHN!"

   I clenched.  I couldn't help it.  Finally it punched through, like a
hymen, but that's not my fetish.  Not even her's, quite the contrary, she
even prefers they're already broken at that age.

   Something I could never have, never feel before.

   It feels like.  Birth.

   "Ngh!"

   I slam shut, and it slips out in a wave of loosening, spasming sucking
withdrawl.  Flops between my legs, and the piston sucks out a gush of all
those fluids.  From my womb, cervix, vaginal tunnel, even my mouth and
throat.  Even my bladder let go, my Graffenberg gland, or what was left in
my urethra.  I shivered, shuddered, hear the splash on the vinyl sheet,
feel it running down my legs, then her hand, holding up my tail.  "Ngh!' I
nod, "Nhm?  "HUH!" My ass spasm, pops out, then back in.  Pulling it open,
and the peanutBUTTer churned shit gush from the gaping sphincter. 
Splashing, splattering like vomit, and running down my legs as I straighten
up, let gravity do the work.  Hold my breath, don't smell it.  I just ate.

   So not a turn on, for me.

   "Bitch!" By the hair, "Look at this mess!" Force her down.  "Look what
you did!" Pick up the belt.

   "Uh!  Sph!" Her face in the sick bloody, chunky shitty mess.  "PhfF!"

   "BAD girl!" Swat her again.

   I'll show you to cheat on me.

   "Bad Bad Bad BAD GIRL!"

   At some point she started screaming, but I kept going until my arm got
tired.

   ;

   Good Girls

   "Shelly, Polly." Playing dollies together.  "Bring your dolls." Fully
clothed.

   The other kids didn't even stop playing.  "Bbpbpbpb!" A girl playing
with some boys, and trucks.  Toddlers, little more than babies, just out of
diapers.  They just don't think about adult things, like gender roles.  She
just likes trucks.

   Sex, they shouldn't, so young.  Too late, but now they are sexual.  The
girls, all the girls, you don't have to do anything.  I told her, just
don't stop them.

   Waiting in her office, start her off with something simple.  Fairly
innocent, and clean.  "I'll watch the kids." I closed the door, to leave
her alone with them, and the dolls.

   She looks beautiful today.  Sunday, afternoon.  After a morning marathon
session, while Jr.  was in Sunday school, with a friend.  Completely
innocent in this, even deflowering Maggie.

   "Phf!" I scoffed.  Irony!

   Shook my head, but a small class today.  Manageable, a handfull of kids
dropped off, so their families don't have to worry about them.

   Time to reflect, I'm starting to understand the hair.  It's,
stimulating? Tactile, brushing her's out this morning.  Up on the couch,
between my legs, plaiting it down the back of her head from the crown. 
Instead of her new usual single pony tail, the show pony-tail.  Fixing it
at the nape of her neck with a ribbon.  A bow, then weaving in another
lower.  And another, and another.  Working my way down her neck, as it gets
thinner, tighter, with shorter ribbons, smaller bows, then bast her
shoulders.  Halfway down her back, and finally the smallest tiny bow
between the bottom of her shoulder blades.

   Instead of flat-ironing it, like the thicker stronger whip-strands of
the butt-plug/flogger.  Not the best handle for whipping.  Not enough stock
legth, but I shifted uncomfortably.  Against the padded seat back of her
leather desk chair.  "Nh!" The sharp welts of the tips.  She did all right,
her first time.  Truly whipping me, the countless welts.

   Okay, yeah.  Now I totally get the horsehair.  She drew blood. 
Thousands of tiny scabs, like pinpricks, all over my back.

   It just makes me love her more.

   Not to mention clench, in pain.  Inside, around her fingers, and thumb.
Spasming, fucking them back and forth with twists of her wrist, her fingers
sinking in as her thumb withdrew, and vice-versa.  "Hihn!" The jerks as she
swung, down, the sound of the air, whispering through the strands coming
down to land, with the sharp pain of hundreds of razor cuts at once.  "Mh!"
Look up, "Who wants to do art?"

   Have to keep them busy, while I wait.  And remember.  I still have a job
to do, no rest for the wicked, pull a sheet of paper over the long low
table for finger paint.  Craft paper in saturated colors for the crayons.
That should keep them busy, open a new pack of wipes, and lean back against
the counter.  Next to the sink, for cleanup when on gets bored with
fingerpaint.

   Not Dotty, of course.  She likes the thick gooey feeling on her hands,
like mud, or poop.  I got her some playdough instead, she sat down on the
playmat, a plastic sheet, so she can't make as much of a mess.  Just squish
them together into a swirly greyish brown.  She's happy, all day, I think
it's tactile for her too.  She doesn't like the saltiness of it though, so
she won't eat too much.

   ;

   Good Teacher (Fggdd Doll Saph Fing)

   I just watched.  Didn't even have to say, they show each other, instead
of having to tell eachother anything with words.  They giggle, both fluent
in the language of play.

   I was wrong, taught wrong.  To stop them, doing what comes naturally. 
What she calls the Gadje.  Everyone else the culture we're in.  Like the
Rom, outsiders, going from culture to culture, but keeping their's intact.

   They lie.  Tell their children it's wrong.  Get your hands out of your
diaper, that's naughty.

   It isn't.  That's part of them.  Boys or girls, they pee, and poop. 
They're curious, adults see something sexual in it, but babies touch
themselves.  Play with their toes, suck on their fingers, and feel between
their legs when you change them.

   It's how they explore their bodies.

   Now, they're out of diapers, potty trained, and learning to communicate.
Language, counting, we make those up, and teach them.  They don't need
that, just left to their devices.  Any more than clothes, to cover their
"Shame." That's what it's about, teaching little girls to be ashamed of
their bodies.  Our bodies, our selves.  Like a nursing mother, "What if a
child sees it?"

   What?  A breast?  A nipple.  That's how badly they lie to themselves,
and each other.  The very idea that a child can be traumatized by the sight
of a nipple.  Think about that, a minute.  What exactly is a nipple for? 
Nothing sexual about it, unless you're an adult, who's been lied to about
it.  Children aren't perverted by it, they're fed by them.  Adults
perverted them into something sick, and sexual.

   That is culture.  The lie, that tells everyone to conform to the lies.
The truth is we're animals.  Mammals, and children are capable of sex.

   My greatest regret is all the years I spent, lying to children.

   They didn't play dressup.  They took the clothes off.  Just dropped them
on the floor.  In front of my desk, I just watched.

   Now, kiss.  The dolls first.  Not show me where he touched you, how he
hurt you.  This is how we play.

   Polly turned her's over.  Her ragdoll, naked, a seam down the middle. 
Between her legs, where they're sewn to the body.  She licks it first,
shows Shelly.  She kisses her too.  Between her legs, then they put the
dolls together.  To kiss, 69, floating in the air, between their legs.

   Very much in love.  Going down, between their legs.  Still fully
clothed, just forgotten in their hands.  Smiling, leaning in, and turning.
Tilting to kiss each other.  As they obviously had, so many times before.
innocently at first, then deeper.  Sucking each other's tongues.

   Not like lesbians.  That's a lie.  Like children.  Mammals.  They
dropped the dolls, as forgotten as their tiny toy clothes.

   I looked down at my hands.  In my lap, holding my phone.  The nannycam,
in the nose of a teddybear, watching.  Recording.  Not the classroom, the
other children, Hetty's here to watch them.

   The little girls, kissing, and undressing each other.

   "Hihn!"

   Deeper, lower, Katie finding her own way.  To a nipple, Shelly sighing
cutely.  'hh.' Eyes closed, and unconscious smile, the look of bliss.

   Now, only now do I feel the need to slip my skirt up my thighs. 
Entranced, just letting my fingers do the walking.  They no the way.

   Zhala.  Had to show me this.  There's nothing wrong with it, for a
child, much less a fully sexual adult.  A lesbian, and a pedophile.

   I love children, always did.  There's nothing wrong with that, it is a
woman.  It's what we're supposed to do.  Natural, instinctual.  It ensures
the survival of our species as much as men fucking them when they're old
enough, to perpetuate the specie.

   But that's not my role here.

   They know the way.

   Polly just has to hold the dolls, still stuck together, and show her. 
Her lover, without a word.  She just climbes on, and bends over.  To kiss
her.  Between her legs.

   "Oh!" I'm so wet!

   "Woq!"

   "Wq!"

   "Hihn!" I can't keep my eyes open.  I don't have to.  Just lean back,
and put my feet up on my desk.  "HhHhHuh huh!"

   It's just, so beautiful!

   ;

   {I'm going to remind you about Pedophiles, and their excuses, again. 
And again, they lie.  To themselves first, and foremost.

   Don't You Believe It!

   As convincing as it sounds, this is how they justify their abuse.  A
psychopath dehumanizes their victims.  With Empathy, she can't do that. 
She has to make it "Love." Natural.

   It's not, it's still abuse.  Don't try this at home, kids.}

   ;

   Potty Trainer (Fgs Scat/Piss Orgy)

   "Settle down girls." I set the box down on my desk.  "This is
X-chelsiS." Didn't pick the name, and we're running out of them anyway. 
"It's her birthday, she's 3 years old today.  So, we got her a very special
present!"

   She clapped, still in her diaper.  Her mommy loves diapers, and I
glanced at her.  Watching through the window, her hands up, and headphones
on so she can hear.

   Little Chelsi tore open the paper.

   "It's a Potty!"

   She giggled, clapping, and fell back onto her padded bottom.

   "Lets show Chelsi how to play potty, shall we?  Roll the desks out of
the way, girls.  And if you want to play too." I pouted, "Oh dear, we don't
have enough potties, to go around."

   "Ooh!" One of our brighter ones waved her hands excitedly.  "I can be
the poddy!"

   "Of course!  Why don't you take turns, playing the potty, and share. 
Now." I picked up our newest student, "Lets get this diaper off."

   She giggled, and kicked.  No longer a baby, but a little retarded from
continuing diaper play with her mommy.  "Huh!" She's dry, and clean, I
pouted.  "Looks like I'll have to get her wet." I sat down, and held her
legs.  "Slp!" She giggled, and tried to kick.  "Now, Chelsi.  Tell me when
you have to pee pee!"

   "Ogay!  Hihihin!" That tickles.  I just nodded, knowingly, and continued
getting her wet.

   "Hhhhn!" Listened to the tinkles, filling up little open mouths.  Dirty,
thirsty little girls, playing potty.  A chorus of tinkles, and sighs,
giggles.

   "Peepee!"

   "Okay!  Hold it." I picked up the potty.  "Up!" On her feet, "Now just
sit up here, and relax."

   "Hnh!" She made the potty face, and relaxed.  Smiling, and her lids
drooped, almost closing, and fluttered a little.

   ptptptpT!

   "Now, stand up, so I can clean you off."

   "Now me!" I turned to see one of the girls get up, licking her lips, and
her wet cheeks bright pink with flush.  For another girl to lay down, on
the wet floor.  The whole floor was wet.  Her back too, lifting her skirt
to squat.  Spread her knees, and strain.  "Nh!  Hn!"

   Poot!  It fell, right on the girl's waiting face.  She winced, and
turned away, her eyes tight, then she sat down, to rub it in.

   "Ew!" The girl on my desk pointed.

   "You need to poop?"

   She shook her face, a nasty look on it.

   "Well, bend over." I lifted the back flap of her onesy, to expose her
wet little puff, and her dry buttocks.  Spread them with my thumb to loosen
her up.

   "Nh!" she squirmed, "Nhihn!" Puckered and spasmed with her giggles, on
my tongue.

   "Pwl, lLlLlL!" I fucked it in and out, to push her little pink donut in,
deeper, and wetter, to loosen, and and spread.

   "Hihn!" She sighed, and relaxed.

   "PhtbpbpbptH!" Ooh, that one sounded a very wet.  And chuncky from the
splatters, so I looked.  At another, smiling and rubbing it all over her
body.  Eyes closed, and sighing.

   "RGH!" One gagged, and spasmed, on another's fingers, behind her. 
"HRUGH!" A wet chunky gush, she gasped, and sighed.  Bending to lap it off
the floor.

   "Poopy now." She felt her bottom, turned around and sat down. 
Grimmaced, and grunted.  "Nh!" POOT!  It echoed in the bright plastic pot.
"Nh!" I held up her legs by the feet, to watch.  The wet pucker push out,
and spread.  The blunt brown tip, then it hanging out, curling a little
before it dropped with a tiny splash.  "Hh!" She blinked, "I poddied."

   "Yes!" I got her a lollypop.  "Butt now you're all dirty." I pouted,
turned her around.  "Bend over." Let me clean it out.

   "HhuahLl!"

   She giggled, but held her cheeks, and didn't squirm.

   ;

   Show and Smell (Fg PreK Totg Scat/Ws Gava Mung Disc Humil Voye Porn)

   "Yes, Sadie?" She put down her hand, "Can I go too?"

   "Someone is in there right now," I winked, and turned to my monitor. 
"Hold it." She winked back.

   I switch from the pottycam, held down [Alt, F4] Looked up, and Cammy
winked back.

   [Live.]

   Cammy is a dollcam.  Life size, stereo mics in the ears, 3D camera eyes,
motors in her lids, neck, arm, and chair.  Or on the site, she has a
profile as a Virtual Student.  If you like, and have the money, you can pay
to control her, in realtime, with a fully immersive experience.

   "Nh!" PthphT!

   "What is it now?" I turned her to look.

   "I had a accident." She grinned, and put down her hand.

   My ass.  "You little shit!" No, she didn't.  Hold it was code, we have
full time cameras all around, all part of the show.

   I got up, hit the keystroke to follow her by Motion capture.  "Get up
here, and show the class what you did." She squirm/walked.  She is by far
the most masochistic, submissive, and coprophagic student here.  She loves
it, and easily the best actress.  All the girls know what she likes, and
most of the viewers.

   "Turn around." I pulled up her skirt, "Look at this mess!" White cotton,
or it was once.  Now in the back it had soaked through.  A steady diet of
fruits, broccoli, tofu, rich goat cheeses, yoghurt, butter, and fine
porrage boiled down to sludge, not to mention recycled Chyme, urine, breast
milk, and animal fluids perfected through trial and error to produce the
consistency of whipped tahini.  It smeared the exposed edges of her cheeks,
and fanned the back of her skirt.  Vynil, like a shower curtain, to protect
the furniture.

   I took off my belt, and let it flop back down.  "Bend over, grab your
ankles."

   "Yes, miss, AH!"

   "I told YOU to HOLD it!  Let's SEE if YOU can COUNT!"

   "Nh!  Uh.  Ate?"

   "That was seven." I held her pigtails, crossed over my fingers, and
gripped the braids into my palm.  "THIS!"

   "Ngh!"

   "Is Eight!"

   "Nhhhh," TphthphthH!  I had to snatch her skirt up, to show the back
push out, soaking through, and filtering the diarrhetic fluid to spatter,
and patter on to floor, while the darker creamier solids spread, and
dripped to run down, and fall from her quivering cheeks.

   Right up the center aisle, between the desks, as the wheelchair bound
silicone doll rolled forward from the back of the class in a Dunce cap. 
Good, we've got a live viewer, paying $0.50 a second to participate.  "Does
anyone want a closer look?  Yes, Cammy." I held up my hand, "Stop there."
Looking down.  "This is what a nasty little brat looks like." Pulled on a
pair of bright yellow dishwasher gloves.

   "Snh!" I jerked her upright by the braids.  Real tears from the painful
spanking, and a real grin, closing her eyes, and starting to fake sobs. 
"Nhmhm!" The swats were to turn her on, so she could act em bare assed, and
cry, instead of frantically wipe it down with her fingers, and stuff it
into her as her favorite lube.

   "Turn around, look at this mess!" I held up my hand.  Gently layed a wet
slap across her cheek, and pushed her head down.  "Just look at this shit!"


   "Uhn!" I wiped the rest off on her ironically virginal white blouse. 
'nh, i sowwy!  nhmhmh mh Mh!"

   "Now I have to change you.  Get down, on your knees, and start cleaning
it up."

   "Nh, lh!" Poot!  I pulled down her skirt, and the camera looked up.  At
her back, so I pulled down her blouse to show it starting to run down from
the waist.  He spine, the cute little dimples.  "Snh, huhl!  Ghk, luh!" It
came around, the other side.  Head turned to stay locked on, focused on the
filthy ass as I peeled them up, then back, then down her shaking thighs.

   "Lgh, hrulgh!" Gagging, "WHOHLGH!" Splupbphtgq!  She wretched,
vomitting.

   "You're just making a mess, more to clean up, and you will, clean it all
up."

   "Yeagh!" Poot!  "Hulh, slooph!  Huh!  Hrulkgh!" Spoot!  Her spasms
forcing more gas out, blowing the butt paste out of her flapping buttocks,
and the cam couldn't pan up, and down, back and forth fast enough, or
decide which end to watch, so went back and forth.  "Ph, ph!" I pulled her
up.

   Another signal.  P, P.  "Hold it." They want to see a dirty teacher too,
I "accidentally brushed my sleeve on her filthy bottom, thigh, my hand
already soiled, as well as the white patent leather of the discarded belt.
"Uh, take these off." She was wincing now.  Squatting, and tiptoeing back
and forth out of her skirt, "Mop up this mess." She used it, and "Huh!" I
started unsnapping my blouse, careful not to get it on my skin, yet.

   "Nh," she was shaking now, on her knees, getting it all over her socks,
some of this could be washed, most of it replaced.  And sold, they buy
baby-food jars of her mung.  It's one of our best sellers.  So, you can
smell it, watching her, reliving the moment, for a price.

   "Now you're making it worse."

   "Hnnnnnnn!" On cue, she relaxed, releasing her bladder into the sloppy
spreading pile she vainly attempted to push together under her. 
Sptptptptpt!  "Hhhhhhh!" She smiled, nodding and licking her lips. 
"HhHhHhH!" Now either unable to conceal, or just not bothering to try.

   "Don't," I pulled her hands out.  From between her legs.  "Bend over. 
You filthy little cunt."

   Turned her, to face away from the camera, and reached under to feel it.
Running down, thick, and wet between my fingers.  "Uhn!" Close my eyes,
licking my lips.  'such a dirty little girl!' My fingers shook, slipping
down, splitting, and exposing her.  "You happy?"

   "No miSH!  IHN!"

   "Bad Pussy!"

   "Nhn?" She nodded.

   "That's two."

   "OWH!  Three?"

   "Is that enough?"

   "Noh?  NH!  Four?"

   "All right," I held them together, curled up like a square.  "Four it
is."

   "NGHAUH!" I held her.  "NYEAUGH!" She shuddered, still gagging to spasm.
As the probing texturized tips spread out to the first knuckles.  "Hhihih!"

   "You satisfied?"

   "NohAUGH!" Past the first knuckles.  "Nhn.  Hhhih!  Hihn?"

   "You satisfied?"

   "Nyeah." She hunched, and fell, panting as they popped out.  I wiped my
hand on my blouse, snapped the gloves pulling them off inside out, and
unbuttoned my cuffs.  "Now, I'm dirty, too."

   Huh, he must have gotten off.  I shrugged, and started mopping it up
with my blouse as well.

   Satisfied, Sadie hit the showers.
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