”“Morning, Priscilla. Morning, sis!” Jewel beamed, running her fingers lightly through her long, blue dyed hair. “And this?” she asks, twirl...ng around and modeling for the two older girls. “This I got when we went shopping yesterday.”“Morning, Jewel,” Clarissa says. “Nice dress.” She notices that her sister hasn’t put on any underwear, but says nothing about it. “We’re going over to Priscilla’s house so it’s just you, Bentley and the cat. Mom and Dad should be home some time tonight.”“Okay!”. We had chemistry from the instant we first laid eyes on each other. But he lacked self-confidence, especially when it came to females. I always had an itch to do something about that!My opportunity came one day when Doug got into a scuffle with another boy, from a different class. He had to stay with me after school.With only he and I in the classroom, I excused myself to go to the little girls' room. After I'd finished peeing, I I removed the clasp from my hair, shaking it so that it cascaded. She saw him coming, bill hat tipped back, heavy at the waist. She cringed, knowing. ‘What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?’ ‘Please let me be.’ she had answered, not looking up. The man had made a couple more efforts, then rejected, he returned to the bar with his friend. ‘Cold bitch!’ he had muttered, as he walked away. She thought about her marriage, the divorce. It had all been so sudden, nearly 20 years of what seemed normal, then the surprise. ‘Divorce.’ her husband had. His website showed an expansive array of merchantdise for the discerning female, with toys, balls, CD's and DVD's of every sexual flavour, whatever tickled you pink, and this is where I was tricked into divulging my innermost turn-ons, leading to this guy being my master and me slavishly serving him at will.The first misleading task was being asigned to my own personal female expert, with a broad knowledge of all the tools on offer, (This of course was him) and the thrill he must have had,.