I was nervous but overpowered by excitement. i pulled my bed draw out and pulled out the clothes i had decided on wearing. black knee high stockings, ... black lace thong and a matching bra, to go along with a white mini skirt and white tank top. and to give the finishing touches my brown long hair wig.Along with my make up on and high heels i could say for myself looking in the mirror not only did i look like a slut i looked like a genuine 15 year old girl.it got to 2 am and i got a text saying. ?Don’t seduce your students. Don’t seduce Kyle again.?Kyle.She drew a picture of his face in her mind and held it there. He had a beautiful face. Especially when he was smiling in post-orgasmic contentment.Imagining his face was like a balm for her tortured mind.Would he smile so sweetly if he saw her like this, bound and beaten? No. Definitely not. He would look at her in disgust and horror. He would not understand. Kyle would never be able to give her the punishment that she needed. She could. She slid up my back and whispered in my ear that we weren’t done yet. For a minute or two she kissed my neck, then she planted kisses all down my spine as she went further down. I knew than that she was going to fully explore her bum-hole obsession with me.Being licked on the bum and having a tongue go inside was very strange. Louise used one hand to spread my cheeks as she did so, and the other reached round to find my clit again. So it was all good, just very weird. I didn’t want to do it. The mill only closed the week of Christmas. The church had asked them to close at this time. The mill and the church were the main sources of activity in the village. We did not get many travelers, Milano was three days carriage ride away. The mountains of the north could be very treacherous during the dark month of December. The men of the village took turns lighting the oil lanterns stationed at the bottom of each turn. We now had twenty-five people in our once small house. As each of us.