Your belly and on your breasts. You shake your head up and down to affirm that you are aware and jump when the crop bites into your left thigh. "I can...t hear you little one," I bark. Quickly you respond. "Yes Sir I can. You are going to punish me for failure to complete an assigned task and for my rude behavior the other day," you reply. You gasp, the sting of the crop making you even wetter. "Good girl," I say, but make no move toward you nor do I lift the crop again. Instead I stand and. "Pull over here, John," the woman said to the man.My brain was still going over what the last thing was I remembered. Thememory of the dentist, so clear, had somehow made other things clearertoo. Pictures. Little girls.The car slowed down on the side of the road. The woman popped her seatbelt off and reached between the front seats toward me, making me evenmore aware of how tiny I now was as she loomed towards me. Her handswere suddenly all around my ass and crotch... the most enormous hands. It’s a full length mirror fixed to the wall. Dad put it up for me when we moved in. Since then, in all that time, I’ve probably only spent a total of ten minutes looking at myself in it. I know what I look like! I don’t need to remind myself by looking in the mirror.Imagine that! A girl who doesn’t stare at herself in the mirror! Shhh! Don’t tell anyone or they’ll kick me out of the girls’ club!Looking at Mum painting away, I made a sudden decision. I raced out of my room and grabbed the key. She noticed how the women slightly touched her. Their hands and fingers ran down her arms and touched her breasts, her thighs, her arse cheeks… Bebe didn’t seem to mind at all.Natalie’s breath stopped.From the darkness a slim black girl with short hair appeared. She was of average height, stark naked and wore a long black strapon. She slowly mounted the bed and gestured Bebe to join her. Both women kissed Bebe’s neck, grabbed her short blond hair and planted lingering kisses on her mouth. At.