Stories by Slave Shoelicker

Fetish Story:  American Princess, part 2

A short while earlier.......

Jenny relaxed on the couch at Don’s house, watching her favorite movie, “Hard Candy,” and going over everything she could remember Sophia telling her. Jenny was certain she could do it, despite Kristen’s slight skepticism. Jenny was, after all, entering her sophomore year at the Hampton Academy for girls, one of the nations most prestigious and exclusive all girl college prep schools. She was top of her class as a freshman despite what would have appeared to be an unbelievable handicap.

Jenny Chang’s family was lower class, even if it was impossible to tell from looking at her, and this was a very very rare occurrence at Hampton Academy. She had come from the Philippines on a full scholarship, winning the only one that Hampton Academy awarded every year. It was given to some girl who appeared to be truly exceptional but unable to afford the outlandish tuition the school charged. To her credit, Jenny Chang appeared to be the most exceptional scholarship girl at Hampton Academy in some time.

Sophia Stafford, being an excellent judge of character, recognized Jenny’s potential and took her under her wing shortly after Jenny’s arrival at Hampton Academy. Sophia could indeed see a lot of herself in the pretty girl with so much potential and remembered her mentor Kristen, who came to her when she was just a freshman at Hampton.

Jenny Chang was one half Filipino and one half Chinese. She stood 5 foot three, and just a tad over 100 pounds. She had straight dark hair, which was long, silky, and shimmering with natural highlights. Her face was as pretty as any model’s, and her body athletic, lithe, graceful and nubile. She had such a natural grace and talent, recognizable at a very young age, that she was accepted into formal ballet school at the owner’s insistence, although unable to pay. A short time after beginning ballet, she also entered into an intensive and rigorous martial arts training school and received her training from the preeminent Philippine grandmaster Santos. Although seemingly incompatible extracurricular activities, Jenny Chang handled both with aplomb and excelled at both beyond anyone’s expectations.

Jenny sat there on the couch attired in accordance with her discussions with Sophia. She wore her Hampton Academy formal dress uniform. A white, short-sleeved summer blouse, with rounded collar, puffed short sleeves, accented with just a touch of pink lace. A short pink plaid pleated skirt, a couple inches shorter than the required regulation length. White cuffed ankle socks with just a touch of pink lace, and her black patent leather mary jane dress shoes. And underneath it all, white cotton panties with “Princess” written across the front in pink lettering. To top it all off, Jenny wore her hair back in a ponytail, held in place by a matching pink ribbon bow. The final touch, the formal pink Hampton Academy blazer hung on a hook by the front door.

She couldn’t help but smile at herself as she admired her appearance in the mirror prior to coming to Don’s house after lunch. The smile was a girl’s smile, but it held just a hint of wickedness in it. Appearing completely harmless and innocent at first glance, but something about her twinkling eyes held that hint of danger. Twinkle, as her friends at Hampton called her, was a very capable young girl, and not many other girls would even consider rising up to challenge her.

If her timing was right, and it most always was, Don would be arriving very shortly after the movie ended and the final credits were now rolling up the screen. She applied pink lip gloss, and smiled that knowing, innocent schoolgirl smile again.

Don just finished the second glass of the single malt as the limo pulled up to his place. He got out of the car and wobbled just a bit, surprising himself. He considered himself a man who could hold his liquor, and he would often ply the young coeds with a drink or two or three before he would pounce. He felt this practice would make them just a little more willing, and he reconciled this with himself by thinking this aided the relaxation that the girls needed for the complete enjoyment of what was to happen.

The limo driver advised that he would deliver the bags to the front porch as Don handed him a 20. Don turned to walk up the path to the front door, and stopped abruptly, as he nearly bumped into an enchanting young coed walking along the sidewalk, an Alpha girl, and instantly he could feel his lucky streak was about to continue!

“Hello neighbor,” she said flashing a pretty smile that almost had Don licking his lips. He was surprised at his somewhat groggy sensations, but recovered to flash his winning smile back, recognizing the pretty Sophia, a senior, and a coed that he always wanted, but who had always eluded him. He knew her to be one of the Alpha girls, and one of the more gifted students at the University.

“Hello there, Sophia,” Don replied somewhat respectfully. In his mind he kicked himself for showing such respect to the younger woman. But there was something about her that seem to command it. Perhaps he would have the opportunity to take her down a few notches sometime soon, very soon indeed. “So, neighbor,” he said, letting the word neighbor dragged out just a little, “where are you headed on such a fine day?”

“Well Professor I am coming to check on Jenny,” she said as she handed him the package she had been carrying. Don instinctively took the package, instantly hating himself for doing it, as he gazed upon Sophia’s perfect smile that held just a touch of evilness to it. She ran her perfectly manicured fingernails along his arm as she guided him up the path to the front door. “I was coming to drive her home, but I might need to run a few more errands before I have the chance. As the new Alpha president I have been keeping busy with plans over the summer. Why I even had to plan for the welcoming of our new neighbor!” Sophia said with a smile that caused Don’s loins to stir with an immediate reaction.

“Yes!” Don thought, as he allowed her to walk ahead of him, or rather Sophia walked on ahead of him allowing him to follow. Don followed, gazing at the magnificence creature. Sophia was dressed as if coming from a country club tennis match. A tight fitting white top striped with colors that seem to match her eyes and hair perfectly. A very short white summer skirt which swayed hypnotically as she walked up the path, allowing Don to be mesmerized by the perfect assets Sophia possessed. Her “just beyond the shoulder” length hair was pulled back revealing the curves of her neck, just the way he liked it as if she were preparing for him. Her legs carried her gracefully, as Don leered at them, drinking in their perfection. They were soft, smooth, and perfectly unblemished with just a hint of a summer tan. Sophia’s feet were encased in cute tennis shoes, and Don dreamed of freeing Sophia’s feet from the tennies so they could “tickle” his fancy with them. He felt a little woozy, but relaxed and somewhat trancelike, perhaps from the Scotch and the long trip. But the relaxed trancelike feelings only heightened his sexual excitement and needs. In fact, it felt as if his “needs” had been intensified by the single malt. “Six days off and a healthy serving of single malt,” he thought to himself at his newly discovered aphrodisiac. He would be satisfied today, and he knew it was Sophia’s lucky day.

They reached the front door, and Don had to struggle with the keys as he still held Sophia’s package. The thought came to him to hand the package back to Sophia, but when he looked to her, for some reason he lost his nerve and continued his struggle for the keys. For her part, Sophia had on an expression of impatience as she tapped what he just knew to be her perfectly pedicured foot, waiting for Don to accomplish the task of opening the door ... for her. Don managed to bite his tongue as he almost began to apologize to Sophia for taking so long.

“What was wrong with him?” He mentally kicked himself for thinking to apologize to her. He never allowed a student to have the upper hand, and he vowed as he walked behind her into the entryway that he would now take control of things.

He watched Sophia gracefully walked down the hallway as if she owned the place and he had no choice but to dutifully follow behind with the package. His eyes fixated on her fine young buttock as they walked down the hallway to the living room. This time, Don did lick his lips.

“Sophia! Professor Conway!” Jenny said excitedly as she put her book down and bounced toward Sophia to kiss her on the cheek. “I missed you!” Jenny said looking up to Sophia, although they had just talked at lunch. Jenny’s smile was that of an angel, Don thought, and she glided effortlessly and with the grace of a gazelle. His newly discovered aphrodisiatic state was causing a tingling sensation in his loins as he fixated on the two perfect specimens now at his disposal. Jenny Chang was just a high school sophomore, but Don had never experienced sexual needs like this before.

After greeting Sophia, Jenny glided towards Don as his eyes drank in her perfect schoolgirl appearance. He could not have outfitted her more perfectly. In fact, he thought, this will become the new fantasy appearance the University coeds would don for him from now on when they were honored with an invite to serve him. She threw her arms around him, and pressed her body against his, her taut belly caressing his groin and Don did all he could to control the moan of delight that nearly escaped his lips. She excitedly exclaimed, “Welcome home professor!” as she kissed him on the cheek, lingering for perhaps a split second longer than her greeting of Sophia. She backed off slightly, her arms still around his neck, and she smiled at him, or was it for him? She locked his eyes with hers, and cocked her head ever so slightly, drawing him into them which had the effect of casting a spell on Don as he felt momentarily helpless to do anything but gaze into their charms.

Don was transfixed, even hypnotized by Jenny’s perfection, unable to respond with words, he smiled back, but with an intensity in his eyes that spoke of his wanton desire for her. His loose fitting trousers on the verge of being unable to hide his lust for her. Although he was aware of his desire and lust for Jenny, it did not seem to disturb him although he knew it should have.

Jenny spun around quickly, her ponytail swinging and gently “lashing” Don’s cheek. He could smell a hint of flowery perfume in her hair. He watched the ponytail sway as she moved like a ballerina back to the couch. His longing traveling with her, exerting a pull on him as if she had attached a string to his loins, beckoning him towards her.

Sophia appeared as if by magic, and handed Don a tumbler filled with scotch. He reached for it, and for a moment they held the glass together, her fingers touching his. Their eyes also locked, and Don gazed into them as if they were pools of wonder.

“I thought you might like one of these,” Sophia smiled seductively releasing Don’s hand and gently guiding him toward the couch. “I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of providing one for myself, and one for Jenny.”

Don had plied underaged college coeds with alcohol before, however never a girl Jenny’s age. But it was Sophia, after all, who was doing the job for him. He took a long pull on the drink enjoying the dreamy, relaxed, sexually heightened feelings he was experiencing. He was discovering a state of perfect intoxication as he finished his drink quickly and walked slowly as if drifting along on a cloud to the couch where Jenny was sitting.

Don sat at an angle, gazing at Jenny. She sat with her back up against the side arm rest of the sofa and her knees pulled to her chest. He could see the white cotton panties she was wearing peeking out between her pretty shoes and lace ankle socks. After a trancelike moment, he could make out the pink lettering on the panties. “Princess,” he gasped involuntarily, and he thought “American Princess!” He was sure of it, Jenny was wearing “American Princess” panties!

He felt as if he was floating on air, trancelike, and captivated completely by the perfect creature and arms length away.

“I must go run some errands Professor,” Sophia said standing to leave, “I hope you don’t mind if I come back in a few hours to take Jenny home.”

Don turned to look at Sophia as she spoke, but he did not hear the words as his mind was transfixed upon Jenny. Sophia repeated herself, smiling and nodding slightly at Jenny, and excused herself once more. Don responded, if not fully coherently, communicating that Jenny’s remaining would be no problem at all.

Don returned to gaze upon Jenny. She scooted forward just a bit, exposing a bit more of her panties. Don stared unabashedly at them, “American Princess,” unmistakably lettered in a pretty pink on the thin white cotton covering her delicate young pubic mound. He seemed completely unconcerned that he sat there staring, mouth agape, at the young girl’s panties. His sexually heightened and trancelike state seemed to override the normal behavioral decorum and gentlemanly behavior he would otherwise abide by.

Whether aware of it or not, Jenny allowed Don just a brief glimpse of her panties as if she was a tease, however unlikely that would be at her young age. With Don’s eyes locked on her princess panties, she let go of her knees and extended her legs, ballet like, in front of Don’s face, lingering there for a moment, pointing her toes and flexing her foot and legs as if needing to stretch, before lowering them to his lap.

As Jenny stretched her legs, her lovely feet and ankles hung suspended only inches in front of his face. Don could see his reflection in the perfectly shiny black patent leather of the pretty mary jane shoe. As Jenny flexed, Don’s attention was drawn to her shapely legs. Years of ballet practice had molded them to pure perfection. Her thighs were thin but muscled to a perfect proportion. As Jenny’s leg bent slightly, Don looked upon the angles of her knee. Never a part of a woman’s body he noticed before, but the soft, smooth delicate appearance of the tender underside of Jenny’s knee had Don longing to kiss it. Jenny drew her leg towards her, and Don’s eyes traveled the length of her calf. Michelangelo himself could not have envisioned such perfection. His eyes traveled the gentle curve of her calf muscle down to her pretty ankle.

Jenny was wearing a pretty cuffed ankle sock, a sight that always stirred Don’s libido. Perfect, pure thin white cotton peeking out in bold contrast to the sparkling black patent leather of her shoe. Don’s eyes wandered to the delicate pink lacing attached to the fringe of the cuff. The detail was exquisite, and as he leered longingly at it, the pink lettering of the lace began to take focus through the haze of his hypnotic state.

“American Princess,” Don gasped, as he began to reach for her leg.

As Don was reaching for her leg, Jenny lowered them abruptly to his lap, her calf pressed up against his straining manhood.

“You must be exhausted Professor,” Jenny said in her sweet angelic voice, “all the traveling, long days, strange bedrooms.”

“Oh no, Jenny, I feel very fine, yes fine.” He said as Jenny fidgeted, and in her constant agitation she unknowingly, or so Don surely thought, raised his level of excitement to what seemed to be just short of complete ejaculatory bliss. With Don right on the edge, Jenny stopped.

“Well I am exhausted, Professor,” Jenny said, flashing her angel’s smile at him. “I had my review with the scholarship Board today, and the tension and stress really wore me out,” Jenny remarked, and although it was obvious to most that this girl rarely felt tension or stress, Don in his dreamy state did not question her.

Don squirmed just a little, attempting to renew the caressing of his straining cock with the lithe and nubile young legs of Jenny Chang. Jenny bent her legs slightly and rested the soles of her maryjane shoes on Don’s thighs, removing contact with his ready to erupt penis.

“I have been in this uniform since the meeting, would you mind if I took my shoes off?” Jenny said imploringly and with just a little bit of a pout on her face that would’ve made it impossible for anyone to refuse, let alone the captivated and entranced Professor Don Conway.

“Uh, why no, uh, that is quite all right Jenny, you should be comfortable, uh, please relax, you should feel that you can always relax here,” Don said somewhat more excitedly than he should have as the pout on Jenny’s face slowly transformed into that innocent schoolgirl smile with a hint of wickedness to it that was impossible for Don to notice in his heightened arousal and dreamlike state.

“Would you take them off for me, Professor?” She said slowly, as if she were very unsure she could ask for such a favor from him. Her expression changing from a smile to that of a sweet girl, wide eyed and doe like, asking for something she hoped to have, but knowing it was a lot to ask. Jenny exerted a slight pressure on Don’s thighs and slid her shoes forward a bit so that they once again were in contact with his swollen member.

Don hesitated as he relished the renewed contact of her shoes with his cock, and Jenny moved her feet back and forth as if to say, “I am impatiently waiting professor!”

Don squirmed at Jenny’s momentary inpatient massage, and without responding verbally, he slowly reached for her shoe. She lifted one foot slightly, slowly twisting it to expose the silver buckle. Don gently reached out for it, cupping the sole with one hand and gingerly easing the leather out of the buckle as if working with a very fragile piece of art. He stared intensely at it, as if the difficulty of the job required his full and undivided attention.

“Thank you Professor,” Jenny giggled, “you’re so sweet!” But the remark which should have annoyed Don with its slight hint of belittlement by Jenny instead elicited only a “Mmm” from Don as he remained fully focused and concentrating on the “very important” task he had undertaken. Don was indeed a “kid in a candy store.”

After undoing the buckle, Don very carefully slipped Jenny’s heel from the pretty girl’s shoe. He could feel the warmth and moisture escape as he eased the shoe from her petite, perfectly arched foot. Don carefully placed the shoe on the couch, and with both hands he slowly lowered Jenny’s foot to his lap. Don’s eyes remained glued upon the shapely foot as his tongue involuntarily slid across his lower lip.

Jenny smiled and almost giggled as she watched poor professor Conway struggle with his insane desire for the object of his fixation. She wiggled her toes and applied pressure with the other mary jane shoe to snap Don back to the task at hand.

The warm late summer day and the confining black patent leather combined to cause Jenny’s feet to sweat in the warm confined enclosure. The sweet aroma reached Don’s nostrils just as he began his work on unbuckling the other Mary Jane shoe. Instinctively he inhaled deeply, drawing in Jenny’s aromatic foot fragrance and momentarily becoming distracted again. Jenny giggled once again at the poor man’s struggle with his intense arousal and his failing attempt to retain composure.

She allowed him a brief respite to take in her foot scent before wiggling her toes to indicate her growing impatience. Don removed the shoe and very carefully placed it next to its mate as if it were a very expensive and fragile piece of art. He then took great care to lower Jenny’s other foot to his lap, taking the liberty to run his fingers lightly along the underside of her petite shapely foot, eliciting a playful giggle from Jenny from the sensations.

“That tickles Professor!” Jenny giggled as she bounced her feet up and down in his lap.

“Oh, I am sorry Jenny,” Don apologized, as he slowly tore his eyes away from her feet to look at her.

Jenny was smiling, appearing quite happy, and this brought a smile to Don as well. “That’s okay,” Jenny offered, “I liked it! Do you think you can rub them a little for me?” Jenny asked sheepishly as she lowered and cocked her head slightly doing her best little schoolgirl pleading look.

“It’s really not a problem, no problem at all,” Don said reassuringly, his senses making just the slightest of recoveries. He vaguely wondered why she hadn’t remarked or reacted negatively to the state of his aroused manhood, or whether her innocence had prevented her from being fully aware of just how excited he had become due to her presence.

Jenny lifted one foot to chest level to signify Don should begin the massage. “Oh, thank you Professor, no one has ever done this for me,” she cooed, arching her back and closing her eyes. With her back arched, Don for the first time took notice of her perfect firm young breasts. There was absolutely nothing about this girl that didn’t define perfection he thought.

Jenny continued to lay back with her eyes closed, moaning softly with delight, enjoying immensely her foot massage. Don took this opportunity to slowly draw her foot closer to him. Leaning slightly forward, he kissed her foot tentatively, drinking in the sweet fragrance then looking to see if this caused a reaction from Jenny. She appeared as if she were almost sleeping, perfectly relaxed and resting. Don kissed her foot again, this time lingering longer, closing his eyes. Jenny’s other foot was slowly increasing its pressure on his straining and aching cock. Don was flexing his hips slightly to meet with the pressure of her comely foot in the pretty pink laced ankle sock.

Don stole another glance at Jenny, who still appeared completely at rest and unaware. He kissed her foot more boldly as climax was moments away. He shifted to get the perfect pressure from her foot against his twitching penis.

Just then, Jenny yawned and stretched, sitting up and pulling her lovely feet away. Don’s face was red, and he was in agony. “I am still thirsty professor,” she said rising from the couch, “would it be okay if I have one more drink?” She asked. “I think it has really helped relax me from all the stress of the scholarship board meeting earlier,” she says imploringly.

Don nodded his assent, as he tried to hide the deep disappointment, and shake the cobwebs caused by his dreamlike state. “Would you like one professor?”

“A double,” he said weakly and with dejection.

Jenny skipped back into the room, her ponytail bouncing, and stood in front of Don. She handed him his drink, a triple by the look of it, and he was really going to need it he thought.

“Down the hatch!” Jenny said clinking Don’s glass. They both drank their drink, and Jenny went to put on some music. Don sat back on the couch sulking. His highly aroused state continued unabated, but his prospects for relief had diminished significantly.

With the music playing, Jenny danced as if alone in the room. A style all her own, combining ballet, jazz, and Jenny. It had a sensuality and sexuality to it that captured Don’s full attention. The triple scotch he had just downed was again having that insane effect on his libido, driving his sexual lust and needs beyond anything he could ever recall. Jenny extended her legs in perfect ballerina toe points for Don as he sat there drooling and salivating. She pirouetted and twirled, causing her short schoolgirl skirt to flare, flashing her panties at him each time.

Jenny was still caught up in her dance, Don was transfixed upon her hypnotic sexual motions, he grabbed his penis and started stroking. In a few short strokes, Don was near an orgasm of cataclysmic proportions, one such as he had not experienced, even though it was due to his own ministrations, however humiliating that would have seemed to him in a more coherent state.

Just then the music stopped playing, and Jenny pranced towards him sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of him. Don ever so slowly tore his hand away from his cock, agonizing over whether to finish the job despite the schoolgirl’s staring presence and the humiliation that would ensue. A decision which should have been easy for a rationally coherent man. Jenny sat there looking into his eyes, seeing his lust and agony. She put a laced ankle socked foot on each of Don’s knees. Slowly she slid the toe of each foot up his inner thighs. “I can take care of that for you professor,” she cooed softly, seductively, and willingly, as her toes ever so lightly flicked the underside of his shaft through his clothing.

Don’s head was swimming, his senses were acute, the sexual sensations clearer than he had ever felt before, yet his rational senses had succumbed to the hypnotic trance like state he felt was caused by the travel and the Scotch. His head fell back on the couch and he moaned in the near ecstatic delight brought about by Jenny’s foot, acquiescing, and indicating his assent to her offer.

She stopped momentarily, and said, “Would you do something for me Professor?”

Don slowly leaned forward distraught that she had stopped her foot massage which had sent him into a state of nirvana. “Yes Jenny,” he moaned then managed to say weakly, “anything.” He said so with such conviction leaving little doubt he would in fact do anything for her.

“I am not a virgin professor,” Jenny said letting the words sink in. “I have a fantasy, a fantasy that big strong man, a powerful man, an important man such as yourself can fulfill for me. Will you help me Professor?” Jenny said as she slowly started tickling ever so gently his cock with the delicate toe of her shapely foot.

She stopped again, to prevent him from drifting into the delirium of his ecstatic state. “Yes, Jenny, yes,” he moaned as if in agony, “what can I do for you?” He asked impatiently, imploringly.

Jenny traced her toe along his cock a few strokes to keep Don right at the brink, and when she saw him tense, saw his eyes start to roll into his head, she stopped. She got up and sat beside him. “I want to be taken by your professor, taken forcefully, taken roughly, I want to feel as if I am being raped by you, I want this very much professor, I want you to take me up to your bedroom, manhandle me into your bed, rip my clothes off while I kick and scream, and take me, take me there on your bed, rape me, use me to satisfy your needs, take what you need to satisfy your desires,” she said to him as she cupped his penis with her hand.

She got up, and beckoned him to stand. She knelt down looking up into his eyes, she undid his belt and let his pants slide down his legs. Don’s thoughts floated as if he were in a dream. Jenny slowly removed Don’s underwear briefs and his throbbing cock popped out stiff and ramrod hard. The head glistened with pre-cum. Jenny kissed it and Don shivered. Jenny walked him up the stairs, and when they reached the top she turned to him saying, “Can you be my fantasy professor?” She grabbed his head with both her hands, looking into his eyes, rubbing her firm belly against his cock. “Take me professor, rape me, force me, be my fantasy, please, use me to satisfy your desire,” she said as she again massaged his cock with her young tummy bringing him to the absolute precipice of ecstatic delirium. He gazed down at her, filled with a lust and sexual need that he could no longer deny, mad with desire for her that demanded to be satisfied, at any cost.

Jenny started screaming, “No! No professor, please, let me go please!” She backed into his bedroom doorway, fear, terror and fright written across her face as she trembled. Don looked at her, she was perfect beyond his wildest imagination. He looked at her from her comely petite delicate feet, to the twinkling of her hypnotic eyes. He hesitated for just a moment, then he came at her.

He grabbed her by the arm, he through the door open and he dragged her kicking and screaming inside. His need to satisfy his sexual lust overpowering any rational thought he might have had. He threw her down on the bed, she was pleading, crying for him to stop, but in his state he heard not a word. He continued at her like an animal, flipping her on her belly, flipping up her schoolgirl skirt and ripping the American Princess panties out of his way. She was kicking, screaming “No!”, as he grabbed her legs, lifted her up and entered her.

He was grunting, as he pumped his cock maniacally in and out of her tight young pussy. Jenny screamed as if in agony, sobbing uncontrollably, as Don pumped his seed into her. Satiated, overcome with a bliss indescribable, Don collapsed on her. Jenny continued to sob and scream, and slowly Don came to some semblance of his senses, at least what senses were possible in the trance like, dream like state he was in.

He got off her and stood up, terror overcoming him as he listened to her cry and realizing what he had done. “Oh Jenny,” Don said, as compassionately and apologetically as he could. He reached for her to comfort her, his heart racing, and her sobs became laughter as she rolled over to look at him.

“Thank you Professor,” Jenny said with a smile as she went to fetch a glass of water. Relief overwhelmed Don, as he could see she appeared okay, but Don continued to try and figure out what he had just done. It was so difficult for him to process, his mind seemed to have lost the ability for coherent thought.

Jenny returned with two glasses of water, handing one to Don, a reassuring smile on her face. He took the glass, realizing how thirsty he was. “Thank you Jenny,” he said with deepest sincerity before drinking the contents of the glass. Don try to stand up, but he wobbled, his head started spinning and he collapsed on the bed.

Jenny arranged Professor Conway comfortably on the bed, satisfying herself that he was in a deep slumber. She slid on her torn “American Princess” panties, straightened her appearance in the master bedroom, and went back downstairs.

She found her cell phone and texted Sophia, “ready for pickup.”

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Jenny answered the door smiling up at Sophia. Sophia came in and hugged the petite girl asking, “Are you okay Jenny?” A look of deep concern was in Sophia’s eyes as she examined the girl and made her own determination as to her condition.

Jenny smiled, hugged Sophia once again, squeezing her tight, saying “Yes, I feel fine Sophia, perfect in fact!” She said reassuringly and assertively to emphasize the veracity of her statement. Jenny kissed Sophia lightly on the cheek, and bounced excitedly into the drawing room, grabbing professor Conway keys and handing them to Sophia.

“I am sure the key to his “vault of decadence,” is right here,” Sophia said emphatically as she strode purposefully up the stairs. Jenny followed, bursting with excitement and energy. Once inside the master bedroom, Sophia quickly checked Professor Conway, then turned to Jenny, hugging and beaming at her.

“Perfect!” Sophia said to Jenny to let her know that the girl had indeed performed up to the highest of standards that Sofia Stafford held for herself and for others in her very small and intimate circle of close friends. Jenny smiled and hugged her back, basking in the praise of Sophia’s approval.

Sophia went to the locked master closet. She sifted through the Keys saying, “as you had full run of the house with the exception of this closet, I am certain this is where we’ll find it.”

Sophia located the key that appeared to match the lock, and open the closet. Inside, she did indeed find the treasure trove she had been looking for. She took the satchel she brought with her and loaded it with the contents that Professor Conway kept organized and clearly labeled on the shelves inside.

Next Sophia went to the dresser opposite the bed. There, she checked to see the video camera that she placed there a little over an hour ago was still operating. She added it to the satchel and smiled at Jenny, satisfied that things had in fact, been accomplished to her exacting and demanding specifications.

“Let me take you home,” Sophia said reaching out for Jenny. She looked at the girl she had taken under her wing sympathetically and with pride. “Rest, relax, you have another big day ahead of you tomorrow,” she said allowing the girl to bask in the glowing approval she bestowed upon Jenny as Jenny hugged her tightly again, smiling proudly at the praise from Sophia which meant so much to her.

“But first things first,” Sophia said handing Jenny a plastic baggie.

Jenny took the baggy and then slid her now cum soaked “American Princess” panties into it, handing it to Sophia.

Jenny checked on Professor Conway one more time to assure herself he was resting peacefully. He seemed to have a smile a mile wide on his face, and she wondered what dreams were floating through his head.

She gathered her things, and the girls left Professor Conway’s estate, smiling at themselves and looking forward with excitement to the days ahead.

continue to part 3