"I mean, yes ma'am!"Sarah gulped, and got shakily to her feet. Luckily nobody seemed to pay her the least bit of attention as she scooted self-conscio...sly off to the lady's room. The five foot tall woman didn't even glance at herself in the mirror as she darted into an open stall. What was to see, after all? She kept her long red hair up in a rather severe bun, usually with a pencil or two stuck in it. Her glasses gave her a rather owlish look she actually thought would keep men from being. When did I first realize I was special compared to everyone else? I guess I would have to go back to when I was in preschool that's when the problem first popped up."Hi" It was the first day of preschool in Mulberry's Private School for aspiring students that held pre-K to high school seniors it's absurdly large campus. I approached a girl in the class before any adult's had arrived to see if making friends was as easy as Mom and Dad said it was. Smiling back she said "Hi, I'm Sally", after. He began imagining what it must feel like in her wet, tight, ebony pussy that her husband have been neglecting for so many months. When he looked down to look at the lovely breasts that he held, he noticed Keisha had one hand on his cock as she stroked it and her other hand in her pants. He can see movement in her pants that was obvious to him as she was masturbating. He noticed her constantly staring at his cock as she stroked it. "Are you that mesmerized by my cock, Keisha?", he jokingly. So they'd beaten me from the waist down with truncheons of rubber hose filled with sand. I hadn't been able to walk or even stand, but I'd been able to read what they told me to as I sat on a chair. My face had not been marked then, not once, nor had my arms or shoulders. Any part of me that would be seen by my friends and family was clean and soft and unbruised. It shamed me.The second time I'd been more ready and I protested silently, staring into the camera as if my eyes would tell the.