I love to work out. No matter what problems I am having they alwaysseem better after a tough workout. I was working upper body when I noticedone of Jo...nny's friends Zach looking my way with a stupid look on his face.Zach's not one of the campus jocks just a meathead who spends a lot of timeworking out. I noticed anytime he was waiting for a piece of equipment hewould be looking at me with a smirk on his face. I started to feeluncomfortable and not wanting a confrontation I decided to cut my. I won every match after a submission that came the second after I came myself.Then one day when I was ten I had my first experience of having a “live” boy between my thighs. He was a cousin of mine and of the same age as me. We were playing a favourite game we called “master and servant”. This day it was my turn to be the master and as he got down on his knees to salute me and lick my shoes I spontaneously straddled his little neck, locked my ankles, securing his head in a standing scissor. I. " I moaned before bringing myself to an orgasm.That's when I heard footsteps. I immediately paused."Yo, who in here?" called out some boy.I didn't move a muscle. I didn't plan on anyone hearing me. I started thinking of how I could play it off. Tampon got stuck? Dropped my phone in the toilet? What was a boy doing on the girl's side of the bathroom anyways?Time was running out. I figured if I stayed quiet long enough, he'd leave. The footsteps started getting closer. "Girl, I heard you. What. ..don't back up, you need just a few more shots.." And the ball-bearing whip lands again and again, making her orbs dance merrily to whatever weird tune is in my head, you know? ? Sometimes I go out and cut stinging nettles, using gloves of course, and then I have a merry time swishing them across Opal's tender nipples as she cries bitterly. ? I can tell, though, that her clit is almost soggy with desire. She's a sick girl. ? And then I hang Opal through her pierced nipples from the ceiling in.