" Mmmm..." I smiled and rocked on the fake red leather bench seat, nodding with my whole body. "Didn't we have this conversation already?" Sorta," he ...huckled. "But that was in the dark." Oh," I giggled, not really understanding what that meant, but willing to ask him a serious question. "Would you whip me?" If you were a bad, I would," he said without hesitation. "I wouldn't like doing it, but that's part of who we are." My Master wouldn't ever whip me, I don't think," I sighed."No matter. She aimed and fired the entire clip at the target. She took off the protectors as Smith brought the target forward. Ten head shots in a small grouping.“Nice shooting,” he whistled.“Thank you,” she replied as she put the silencer on. She aimed the pistol and fired another ten in rapid fire.“Another ten,” Smith grinned. “Are you going for a head shot?”“I’m not shooting anyone and if I was, it is none of your damn business. Now I’m going to lunch. Clean this and I’ll pick it up in an hour. Not a. I WAS GOOD IN ENGLISH AND ALWAYS I WOULD GET ABOVE 90 IN MY SUBJECT. SHE WAS ALSO IMPRESSED BY ME AND SHE OFTEN USED TO PRAISE ME IN FRONT OF WHOLE CLASS AND MY FAMILY DURING PTMS AND LIKE THIS MY FAMILY AND HER FAMILY HAD CLOSE RELATIONS I WOULD OFTEN GO TO HER HOUSE WHEN SHE WAS ALONE AND OST OF THE TIME SHE USED TO BE ALONE ONLY.AFTER MY BOARD EXAMS WERE FINISHED I WAS BORED BY SITING AT HOME AND WATCHING TV SO I DECIDED TO GO TO MY FRIEND’S HOUSE BUT AS MY FRIEND WAS NOT THERE AND MY FAMILY. She pulled on a tight tee shirt, which moulded itself to her pert, young breasts, her nipples straining against the thin material. Finally she shimmied into a pair of denim shorts, which were frayed at the bottom, and barely covered her firm ass cheeks. While pulling her hair into a ponytail, she flung open the door quickly, and stared at her father, who was standing curiously close to the doorway. There was no doubt that her father was hard, as Michelle could clearly see the bulge forming a.