Laura opened a drawer of a nearby night stand and with a flourish, produced a small bottle of massage oil. She moved close to the bed.“I think this...will make you feel good,” she said applying some of the oil to her hands. With a practiced technique, Laura began gently stroking the base of Sarah’s neck, applying subtle pressure to the tight muscles and tendons located there. Several minutes of focused effort on her neck led to a slow, gradual movement down to the young woman’s shoulder. She drank with trembling hands. Waiting. “This made very interesting reading. Do you want to know your results?” She didn’t answer, she couldn’t. “Your not slave material, your fantasies reveal your quite a slut “he chuckled.” But what I found most fascinating was that your submissive score was 89%. Impressive!” Kim wished the ground would open up and swallow her. “How long have you been interested in the lifestyle Kim? Have you been exploring it?”She looked at the floor. She couldn’t tell this. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every night. It wasn't anything like her internship teaching which had been in a nice county school. The inner city was brutal. And scary. Leah had wanted to reach. She adjusted it and molded and shaped it. "There," she said. "My penis."Chrissie climbed back on the rock and dove into the water. It felt socool and refreshing. A frog went swimming by and she reached out andgrabbed it.Running out of the water, she sat on the towel, her legs spread wide.The frog looked at her and she looked at it. "Hello there Mr. Frog," she said. With that it squirmed from her handsand leapt back to water. Chrissie laughed and jumped up to chase it. Herfoot got tangled in the.