Secret Of The Sauna!

The entire gymnasium buzzed as the student body of Rogers College filled the stands. I swallowed, my heart racing. Was it truly the Program? I stared down at the center of the gymnasium where our school's president, a fellow redhead redhead like me, waited. Ms. McTaggart was a futa, though, standing tall before a portable podium with a mic facing the stands. “Thank you, thank you for coming,” she said with such energy. She had a bright-red blouse and black skirt, her legs clad by dark pantyhose. She clapped her hands together, almost bouncing like a schoolgirl than a futa in her Natural tits forties. “This is a blow job wonderful day for Rogers College. As you may all be wondering, yes, Rogers is enrolling in the shaved Program!” A ripple ran through the crowd. A strange... excitement swelled through me. I shifted in my seat, my hands rubbing at my jeans. My pussy grew... wet. I bit my lip, staring down by the president realizing I was about to see a naked futa for the first time. “We'll be doing one student from each year,” Ms. McTaggart continued, her voice full of peppy energy. “Two futas and two girls. Now isn't that exciting?” A roar rippled through the crowd, many futas standing up, a few girls, too. I orgasm swallowed, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I found my self playing with my fiery locks. My chest felt tight. There were five hundred students at our college. That meant I had less than a 1% chance of being chosen. But... Did I want to be? I swallowed. Clay walked up to my desk, handed me his paperwork and went to sit in the driver's waiting area. In and out went shaved Alex’s tongue. I didn't quite believe her, but I would inevitably have Natural tits to go back into that snake pit. Wait, what did she just say? “Don’t worry Kate, we’ll soon be back at the marina and you can conform to daddy’s punishment rules.” Zoe said. Down, down until she begged orgasm him to eat her pussy now. I said, rushing in. “I’m going to pretend you all just offered to shave my cunt.” I said, blow job catching my breath, “And now, I’m going to politely refuse your generosity.” I glared up at Bianca Blackwing, and she nodded, and Brandon’s honor redhead guard sheathed their weapons. Frank, stimulated by her attentions, would be hard-pressed to say no at that time. The panel popped open to an office like in Broward, the same picture on the wall. As they hugged, they fell back onto the bed.