"I'm getting a tattoo," said the girl."Where are you getting the tattoo?" asked the muffled voice."On my clit," said the girl."Why are you doing that?... asked the muffled voice."Because my mistress told me I needed to," said the girl."You'll need to take off your skirt, and show the tattoo artist yourclit," said the muffled voiceThe girl slid the skirt down over her thin hips. She had pink panties on.She shed those as well, untucking her cock from between her legs."You'll need to make it hard. As she did, she was telling Libby how sorry she was that Jack had misbehaved so much, and that she was to notify her the very first time Jack stepped out of line again. Libby assured her she would.Libby couldn’t get to the door fast enough to lock it and rush to open her large locked closet. Once inside, she immediately slid her panties to the floor, and her hands rushed to her sodden pussy to relieve herself with a glorious bursting climax.Chapter 2Two days later she entered her classroom a. Oh yeah I failed to mention that he was black. She had worn a cotton sun dress with nothing under it. That way when I stopped for gas she could just get out and stretch her legs while walking around with a messy pussy. At one gas stop as I was pumping gas she came over to me and said she was going in to pee and wanted to know if I wanted to lick her creamypie before she wiped it . I looked around and the coast was clear so I quickly dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs as she. It was simply a matter of obeying her. This was easy enough.Another thing that I found confusing at my young age was her insistence on my clothing. I was to show up naked every morning and say, "What would it please you for me to wear, Mistress?" She would then go through my drawers and closet and lay out an entire outfit for me to wear. While I hadn't really been dressing myself at home with my mother, the detail that Mistress put in to dressing me seemed very unusual.Another thing that was.