By the end of the day, I had started wondering if maybe I had dreamed the whole thing up or something. After school, I walked out to my car, and Shayl... was waiting for me. “Hey, could you bring me to the mall on your way to work? Daddy said he’d pick me up from there if you could drop me off.” I shrugged and unlocked the doors. As the bus Angie and Shayla normally rode home pulled out, I could see Angie in the window staring at Shayla with anger.We were a mile out when I heard Shayla unbuckle. As I walk further into the wooded area, I feel at peace with myself, listening to all the bird song, and seeing the butterflies fluttering by.My hand brushes the different flowers I pass by, so many different flowers, so many different colours. Boulders, large ones which are covered in moss, small ones with the heads of new flowers peeking out of the crevices, looking for the heat of the sun to make them blossom.For as far as I can see, the woods go on and on, seemingly without end.I don't know. ." Greta looked at the floor " Please punish me Mistress" The swish of crop, the impact on her bottom, the tears and sobs that followed could be heard outside by the staff standing by the door. When Greta's ass was glowing red with the welts of the crop, she was handcuffed. Directed to lie back on the desk legs in the air. Carol sat in her chair picked up the steel butt plug and rubbed against the milfs brown rosebud. Greta's eyes were wide open, terror on her face. "Oh yes. Open your mouth. Grabbing my dick in her hand and looking at it for a minute, she finally looked up at me and grinned. "This boy is bigger than last night, but I'm catching up fast." She teased.We both laughed. Ginger I barely connected with, Brittany was odd – sometimes we connected well, other times she was a stranger. But with Kaci, she just seemed like an old friend, the way we connected.Remembering our time crunch, I reached down and pulled her up by her small round ass. Her legs wrapped around me, and she.