Just one look down at her outfit was enough to make theembarrassment flare up yet again. Now more than ever she hoped that theywouldn't buy the outfit... but after seeing her girlfriends' reactions sheknew those hopes were in vain.Maybe she should just tell her girlfriend that this had happened allbecause of some blackmail. She could show the emails and such. After whathad happened already though she doubted that would change anything. Afterall she had only just fingered her butt on stage and. Oh, and let’s get one thing straight - I’m no centerfold. I don’t have a bad body (all modesty aside), but my tits are too small and my face too angular to ever show up in a men’s magazine - or even on the Net. Still, I enjoyed the frank, open looks he was giving me, and I have to admit to “posing” a bit to show myself off to my best advantage.We talked - light, inconsequential stuff that I can’t remember any more. It didn’t help that looking at his hard body was making me just the tiniest bit. “Ouch. I’m Daniel Fuller. I just turned 16 and live at 1355 Belford, Houston, Texas 77078. My phone number is 832-138-1456 and my e-mail is [email protected]”“What does “TJALOVER” stand for?”“The boys on the football team said I needed a tiny jock strap for my tiny cock, so they called me “TJ” and I picked “a lover” because I like to lick ass.”“Hummm, do you care how clean the ass is that you lick?”“No.” I said in all honesty.“Good, you will be on toilet duty later.”She then bent me over the. He said, as she grabbed a whip with a small spikes on the end of the strips. She whipped him hard, drawing blood. Sam squirmed, feeling the sting of the thin strips slap against his bare flesh. The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain from his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were cuffed up. Stop fighting! his Mistress commanded, slapping his face again. Mistress.. it hurts.. he moaned, closing his eyes. She forced a gag into his mouth. Shut up, slave..