What a sight! She was lying on the bed wearing a short navy blue pleated skirt which was pulled up round her waist, a white cotton shirt with several ...uttons undone and a blue and red striped school tie. She didn't seem to have a bra on under her shirt but I didn't have much time to look at the top half. What I couldn't look away from was her lower half activities. She was wearing black hold ups and white knickers which were just below her knees and at full stretch over her strained apart. Playing little games with people in the street got old fast. The better we got at it the less interesting it seemed. Our last baseball game with Pollack came and we lost ending our chance to go to P__ for some playoff game. Turning towards home we looked at Shay's lively parking lot. “Let's go there tonight,” Patrick said, a gleam I knew all too well in his eye. ”I hate to break it to you but we're only fourteen.” “They'll never guess.” At one point we had bought shades to make ourselves. Lots of comments were passed as a naked Ann entered the room. She walked around passed the dozen men seated by the bench. Victor gasped as he immediately recognised Ann by her horse mask, not to mention the nubile body he had enjoyed many times. Barry had slipped out and came back with the Doberman. Because Ann was naked he had fitted his front paws with socks to avoid scratches. Ann walked up and patted the dog and directed his snout into her crotch. He began to lick her which started her. You withdraw and I know what you intend for your slave as you walk round to my face. The other man replaces you at my arsehole, and I feel him enter me for the first time as you f***e me to suck the cock that’s fresh from my lillywhite bottom. “Get it clean, you filthy white whore.” Part of me almost smiles at the banalities of sex talk but I know that I respond to it too, especially if it humiliates and degrades and I banish any outsider thinking and give myself to the task in hand. I lick at.