I was popular, somewhat athletic (when my boobsdidn't get in the way), and on the cheerleading squad. I was an above-average student, and Bill was on... of the best linebackers on our footballteam, and a "hunk." (Am I really thinking of him that way?). I foundmyself thinking about how strong he was and how I liked sneaking peeks athis crotch to see how my outfits affected him. That thought stopped mecold. I did -not- like how this was going, but, not wanting to engagewith Tara, I spent the. I reached under my skirt and gently pulled up the front of my underwear, creating a puffy cameltoe with a deep crevice. I could tell he was horny as fuck, trying to subtly hide the tent being pitched in his pants. I told him I was going to get Mike to give me a lift to his house to rub in what we are going to do.Mike came over to pick me up and I didn't even have to tell him what for, maybe he thought he was getting some. I asked him to drive to one of our secluded spots, close to Kyles house.. . My need to be trained as a slave in your possession is strong. . ." It was hard for Becca to find graphic words to use but her eagerness to please him was already strong and pushed her on. "Every hole in my body waits to be yours, to be entered and taken, used for your pleasure alone. My throat craves to feel the circle of your collar. My back aches to be lashed for your enjoyment or to feel your just punishments." Becca's eyes stared intently atthe floor in front of James's feet. Her voice. Bobbie rests for a few moments, panting with need and coming down from her orgasm before I help her out of the bath. When she stands, I wrap a towel around her and walk her into our bedroom. She notices the wildflowers I’ve picked for her and she smiles at me, before going to smell them. I stand behind her, take the towel from around her, and begin to dry her off. She stands completely still for me as I pat her dry. I start with her back, before I move to dry her legs and moving my way up..