Tied up in womens lingerie in the back of a windowless van. They had me in these blue thigh high tennis socks with a matching sports bra. And to be ho...est the little blue booty shorts really pulled it together. The van was driving for what seemed like hours. But it could have been minutes. I have no clue. But suddenly we came to a hard stop. I flew from one end of the van to the other. Making a loud bang when I hit the front wall. The door popped open and i was forced to the floor and blind. "Yes I am a slut who desperately needs to be disciplined." So you agree you need a Mistress?" Layla asked.The word shocked her. She stammered a reply, "Um, I don't know."Layla ordered, her voice flaming hot with anger, "Get up and leave, Mrs. Jones, I don't have time for this insubordination."Mrs. Jones was startled as Layla walked out of the bathroom. She got off her numb knees and followed the co-ed she had just offended. The words that came out of her mouth shocked her. "I am so sorry,. I should mention that while Mama was not as well blessed as I in this regard, she was still above the average, and she delighted in displaying her charms to my father and others! These dresses I showed to Siobhan, and she squealed with delight. A seamstress was in residence, a charming girl named Nancy who was a full member of the household, in all its meaning, and she was summoned. She eagerly undertook the assignment of modifying the dresses to fit my frame, which was shorter but more buxom.. He stopped for a moment and dropped his forehead down to mine. We were both gasping desperately for air. I stayed still as long as I could stand it. I swear. I couldn’t help it. I had to move my hips. As I did I heard him let out a low groan. I knew it wouldn’t be long for me, but I couldn’t have slowed things down if I’d wanted to. The feel of him gliding against me electrified my already sensitive nerve endings. We were the most perfect fit I’d ever felt. I hooked my legs up around his.