At Your desire I imagine I would be strapped over Your coffee table at first for the delectation of You and the other Mistresses, taking turns to span..., cane flog or whip me as the fancy took You or perhaps to be used as the recipient of a strap-on, being watched by You all and taken in turn. I would be gagged to make sure that I did not make a lot of noise and blindfolded to ensure that I could not see what was about to happen to me. You could possibly remove the gag to make me take a strap-on. Im studying in an arts college so I usually return by 2.30 in the afternoon.That day I bunked my classes and went out with my friends and returned home soon as I also planned to have my cousin on bed. I reached home at 1pm and my cousin opened the door and I was dumbstruck she was wearing a sleeveless low neck nighty and her cleavage is finely visible. She told me to have lunch while she was serving me I was constantly staring at her big melons and sexy cleavage she caught me staring at her and. When she'd finished, she called me to the lectern to give my spiel."You might be wondering why we're all up here naked," I began, "although many of you won't be surprised." That drew a pretty good laugh. "It's for part of a clothes drive we're doing with St. Mary's Prep. Many of the people who have lost their homes to Hurricane Katrina have also lost most or all of their clothing. We're working with the Red Cross to collect clothes to give to these people. Every day this week students at St.. And what we did was tumble – fornicate, rut, or copulate. Or perhaps even ‘make love’.” “No. It sound to me like mating. There is nothing loving about it.” I sprang to my feet. “How would you know?” The b**st was nearly upon me. The other girls must have seen it, as Vilja gasped, eyes flying wide as she fell back off the log; the snick of steel clearing leather as Lydia interposed herself between us. “My thane! I needs must remind you that you yourself assigned me to protect Vilja, and you.