I was still going the extra mile to keep Melissa happy and asked her if I could get anything that we could bring to the party – booze, food, anythin... at all but she assured me that everything was taken care of.It occurred to me that I wasn’t sure if Melissa even had a swimsuit, I’d been through most of her clothes and never noticed one. With super pale skin, she wasn’t exactly a sun-hound.“Stupid question, but do you even have a swimsuit?”“I didn’t, but I picked one up the other day.”“Nice,. We decided that the first SO would be in two weeks’ time, and with that Charlotte was out of her chair, saying, “Great! Must get on, lots to do!”And that was it for the rest of the day – I heard her on the phone, working on the computer, but that was it, no further conversation with me – this girl seemed to be just what was needed. I wandered in during the afternoon and asked, “Going OK?”Without looking up from her desk, she replied, “Great darling, I should be able to give you a report at 5. As he did so, his piss continued to drip off my skin onto the floor leaving my skin feeling dirty. It was hard not to grab my clothing from the floor to wipe away the liquid on my face, or the humiliation I felt because of it. I felt the strain leave my body as I stood up. Paul didn't grab my hair this time. He clasped my thin wrist in his giant hand and pulled me with him to the opposite side of the room where I saw a spreader bar on the floor, with a ball gag, clamps and a flogger. Paul. At first I thought she was one of the senior students - she looked a bit older than me, maybe 16 or 17. But then I realized she was not wearing our school uniform, which consisted of a tartan skirt and short sleeved white blouse, white knee sox and low heeled black shoes. She was wearing a very short denim skirt and a very thin, low cut tee shirt and the nipples of her tits were showing plainly through the fabric so it was obvious she didn’t wear a brassier. But she did wear a big warm smile.