I remember my auntie saying stop staring, but the women did'nt care, most of them were mums and they were'nt bothered. it was more the teenage girls ...ho did'nt like it.Anyway as we stood and got changed I remember watching my auntie take off her clothes, she took off her jeans, and then her cardigan and her blouse, she was wearing white lacey knickers and bra. I could see her black bush through the knickers. She got her costume ready, taking it out of the bag. I was getting changed myself,. The fourth strike of the horrid paddle had taught her the value of obedience and submission. She tried to be the perfect slavegirl after that in order to avoid more of the harsh, painful treatment.She did not give up hope, although she tried to present the appearance of complete surrender. While she surrendered her body to the manipulation and schemes of her young torturers, she held onto her mind and soul. She vowed that those would ultimately rescue her body from the clutches of her. - And then you have to quickly find a quiet place in order to relieve yourself, right?" Michelle said, pressing harder on my engorged sausage.- I don’t know, Yes....?- Do you masturbate?- Yes ...- Yes, I believe you do. How many times a day do you do it, sweetie?- Two or three times ...?Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.- I mean… seven or eight?- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently. He had no facial hair and no hair on his head. His lips were as black as a moonless night, and were completely smooth, not even the wrinkles of his skin could be seen. His facial features seemed boyish, almost youthful, but his eyes seemed much older. The eyes of Mephisto were dark like his lips, his irises were not completely black, a small difference could be seen between his black cavernous pupils, and his sleek irises. His eyes conveyed age and wisdom that had been formed over the history.