I'm staying out of this completely."Cheryl began at once to train Diane. She started with the cleaning-up after dinner and dogged her until late in th... evening. Diane could do no right. Cheryl brought her to tears several times. Cheryl reminded me of a drill sergeant at boot camp: loud, degrading, demeaning, and authoritative. What's more, Diane reminded me of a young trainee: frightened, nervous, unsure, moldable.Jason and I cringed when Cheryl first slapped Diane across the face for not. The muscles of my legs are accented by my favorite jet-black heals, a good 6 inches tall. I had decided to wear no underwear, because that could only slow down the events to come. With one last gaze at my reflection, I turn and walk out the door. Ten minutes later I step into one of my favorite bars, The Drunken Muse. I make my way to the bar, on a Friday night it gets so crowded it can be hard to move, and as I walk I feel bodies colliding with mine and occasionally a drunken hand caressing my. Your parents signed you up, so you have to participate in order to graduate."Cindy looked to be close to tears, and Tina was about to say something when her mind caught some images from Cindy's. The girl was upset, true. However, one thing she could hide from the others, but not from Tina, was her arousal. Little Cindy, as upset as she was, was one very aroused girl. Tina could smell her even over Robert, whose cock was now pretty hard, and Jennifer, who was getting quite wet. Miss Ellis was. The Candlefords, the Skipper and the Professor all joined them and soon all eight of them were running up and down the beach without a stitch of clothing to be found anywhere. Doris Candleford's boobs were fair bouncing like cantaloupes ripened on the vine and her delicious slightly drooping ass cheeks were shimmering with sweat in the mid-day sun. She didn't seem to mind the way the Professor kept managing to find a way to grope her bottom and even touch her soft smooth hip with his excited.