It was a rather large German Sheppard. The owner was a woman perhaps around 30. “I wonder if she is a dog slut” she whispered “that dog certainl... looks cute”. “Calm down darling” I said “not every woman likes dogs and not every dog likes to play with its mistress”. She chuckled. “They don’t know what they are missing” she said winking at me. She sat watching that dog and other running around and I was aware that she was getting turned on imagining them with her. Suddenly she turned to me. “Take. Carol reached her hands up and gripped Heather’s waist on either side.Heather let out a slow moan. It felt good. She started grinding her hips in rhythm with Carol’s steady tongue-fucking. She dug her bald mound into Carol’s nose. Her thighs ached, it was becoming difficult to maintain her position without crushing Carol’s face. But there was no way she could ever tell her to stop.Heather reached her hands out and gripped the headboard for added stability. She couldn’t see them, but she. A., and once through the guarded gates, I was escorted into the office of the director, a woman named Tia. As I waited for her, I looked out a large picture window down onto a huge swimming pool. A handful of girls lay soaking up the sun or swimming in the blue water-all beautiful, all nude. “Hello, Angela. Welcome. I’m Tia.” I turned at the sound and gasped at her beauty. She walked toward me wearing a long, transparent open robe. It was baby blue and flowed around her. Tommo snatched my schoolbag. I was powerless to resist. "I wonder what's in here," he said and tipped it upside-down spilling all its contents. Books, pens and make-up fell around our feet."You're a boy," sneered Meathead. "Boys don't wear make-up." He spat at me straight in the face. I flinched."You're a boy," Stampsy on my right gibed. "Boys don't wear tights." He lifted his foot and run his boot painfully down my shin, laddering my tights and scraping my skin. It hurt and I let out an.