It's a lot less painful in the long run."I did as she suggested and discovered that she was correct; I reflected that my feet were likely to be gettin... a lot tougher in the next few weeks. I wondered what would happen next, but the constant light tugging kept derailing my thoughts as my new Mistress led me through the house towards the next part of my training.We arrived at a door labelled 'Supplies'. Serena let go of me and bade me stay and none too soon. My arousal level was dangerously high. Aren't there lesbian whores? Some part of her longs for that mysterious eye contact, that 'fuck me' smile, the breasts thrust out for her. Maybe she's a lesbian, she wonders. Shouldn't she have noticed that before? Maybe, deep down, she's just a slut, she thinks. It's satisfying to her to think that.There are lesbian whores. Or at least whores who sell themselves for lesbian acts. But these look at Katy and then they look past her, dismissing. They know who's a customer and who. ---"Well, that explains the hazy skies and gorgeous sunsets," Sheila said as she poured a shot of brandy into her half-full coffee mug."What explains what?" I looked around as I searched the Technicolor sky for the source of her speculation."It’s all the smoke from burning cities. Got a light?" Sheila reached her arm across the cafe’ style table and plucked my pack of cigarettes from my breast pocket."So far, every contact we’ve made in the last three days, all two-hundred plus, have told us. " Mrs. Sanford was beaming. "He was always so polite and considerate of others." Yes, Ma'am. He is all that." This would be a major stretch of the rules, and I will have to ask permission of the Principal, but with as many other rules as we are breaking on your behalf, allowing you to attend your Senior Prom with the boy of your choice doesn't seem to be too big of a stretch. Have you asked him yet?" No, because I didn't think you would allow it."Later that evening, Caitlin called me for the.