I have no clear recollection of the young lady I approached to dance with. All I knew was that we all were the same age, from different schools, and t...ere was a boy for every girl. That was done on purpose, so nobody was left out.Most of us guys were scared shitless. All the girls were very pretty, at least for that night. I thought the girls whose hair hung loose were prettier than those who pulled their hair back off their faces. I don’t recollect how many blondes; brunettes, or redheads were. And it continues like this. I have to strike two or three times till she is willing to count. Now and then the African girl is giving "samples". And i am kicked frequently for my weakness. Once Miss Luslayla takes the whip and gives me a long series with it on my bare back. It is a burning pain as the spikes tear up my poor flesh. Then Luslayla sends Glassrose to get some salt, and they rub it in my wounds. I wine like a dog. And Barebo waits, stretched on the table, according Luslayla's. I looked down and giggled, sending my B cup breasts quivering. I just loved wearing a satin blouse over a satin bra. And this particular bra made my breasts slightly pointy, tenting the material nicely. I cocked my head in a sudden instant of confusion, unsure whether I should be wearing a bra at all. It seemed to me that I had never worn a bra before in my life! Glancing down at my small bosom I concluded that I?d never worn one before because I had never needed to. Wasn?t it just recent that. He came in and said. ” he has some emergency meeting and wont come before 8 o clock in the night, he said he was sorry” . i didn’t dry properly and my blouse slicked to my wet skin. He looked at my bust and my nipples erected in excitement. i tried to adjust myself but as i was nervous in front of him being dressed in such a slutty way, i hit the sofa legs and fell on the floor. My pallu slipped from shoulders but that was not my concern as i had hurt my leg .I asked him to bring ice from the.