God my memory was turning to shit lately!?This wanton little slut had on lace-top stockings and a red suspender belt, with four suspenders? you tell m..., flexing the little whip.?Oh shit!? I think to myself, fearing the worst.?Yes, and red, see-through, mesh panties with tie-up sides. Real whore?s gear they were saying, and who can blame them, eh? Some little slut flashing those at you over the copier? What are they meant to think???Oh Master no!? I beg, clasping my hands together in front of me. Rattle snakes can be found throughout Arizona but they are very common in the Bradshaw Mountains. The family had to be constantly vigilant to keep the snakes away from the farm animals.Martha was carrying Sean past her garden to inspect her small fruit orchard. It was early one October morning a few weeks after returning to the ranch. She had just finished the breakfast dishes and wanted to see if any of the fall fruit was ready for a pie she was planning. The October weather was starting to. By her neighbor. Who fingered her in a car afterward.God, two weeks earlier the only sexual experience she’d had was two not very fulfilling (for her) blow-jobs. What was she turning into? Then again, she reminded herself that she was still a virgin, so she couldn’t exactly be called a slut, right?She pushed it all out of her mind. Her date was the next night, so who knew what else would be in store for her?- - - -Meanwhile, Jess and I were back in our own apartment. I’d had to change my shorts. Santana groaned as she felt a certain familiar tightening in her stomach. Sitting up slightly the Latina grabbed her backpack from the floor. Placing it on her lap as casually as she could as her spanks began to get tighter and tighter. With a blank face Santana shifted in her seat as she felt her "lil S" growing harder as Rachel finished her song by dragging her tongue over those red ruby fucking lips.Those lips that tortured the Latina every night as she lay in bed playing with herself. For.