I know what I want. Though I deny it a thousand times, though I curse the urge and its source, though I still hate him with every drop of blood in my ...eins, my body speaks otherwise. May I someday forgive myself for this descent into madness... She turned over, raising her hindquarters and widening her legs. On all fours, ass elevated to his gaze, she resembled a golden-maned filly, wild and waiting to be tamed. She cocked her head, giving him a sideways glance through the curtain of her hair,. We went up and sat in the waiting room. Bethany’s mom would wait for us. That didn’t surprise me at all.The receptionist invited Bethany in, then asked me for the permission note that Dad had signed. When I’d arrived home from Bethany’s I decided to approach Dad first. I thought Mom would have freaked out at my dating a messed up girl, and would practically accuse me of trying to set her up. Dad was being more reasonable, so I got him to sign the permission note Bethany had given me.I was asked. Fuck me, and fuck mehard!." So she writhed and groaned to his thrusts, while he just groundhis teeth in frustration.Her punishment was not yet over. The next morning after his shower hefound the clothes she had selected for him laid on the bed. An anklelength dark red Edwardian skirt, in a silk-linen blend. It was quitetight, but underneath an even tighter satin half-slip and underneath thatwas shiny panty-hose. The outfit was so tight that he could only walkwith little mincing steps. She knew. I had left the file on the table when I went to my room and Mom had read it all. She knew everything and had watched over me all night as my nightmare played itself out.’ Both girls sat mesmerized by the tale Samantha had just told. The tears went unchecked streaming down there cheeks. The mental battle within her must have been excruciating as the submissive and hardnosed Samantha battle for dominance over her life. All three girls where emotionally exhausted and we all needed sleep so I sent.