" May I have a towel to clean up with, Mistress?" No," said Ms. Bendon. "Get dressed and head back to class. Perhaps smelling like a whore for awhile ...ill remind you of your place when you're dealing with me."Heather slowly rose, still panting. She refused to meet Ms. Bendon's eyes, but not from humiliation. She was beyond that and deep into contained fury. She did not want Ms. Bendon to see her anger and use it as an excuse to keep her longer or punish her further.Smelling like a whore? She. I had to control myself to keep him from being depressed.JAMES' STORY:We got through the second harvest season in good economic shape, but our neighbors were not so well off. We had to find more water (there's my obsession showing again)! We had reached what I was told was bedrock. There was some possibility of reaching more water if we could drill through that, but how thick was the bedrock? There was no point in going very deep, because our pumps were limited in how deep they could draw from.. Both were dressed in light white summer dresses that left very little to the imagination as to what lay underneath them. After a quick drink,being weak willed and easily led, I went with them to their beachfront Villa, about a 200-yard walk from the bar. Jessica stayed up with us for about half an hour and them politely kissed her mother goodnight, gave me a quick peck on the cheek also and went to bed. The next half hour or so went by in a blur. Stacey was a superb hostess and after 3 or 4. “I love working guys up, it makes me hot.”Christine opened the sliding glass door, and the sound of loud voices flooded into the room. Looking out through the part in the curtains, she said, “You’ll get your chance if we leave the door open.”“What is it, a party?” Becky asked.“All guys, and they look like they’re pretty blitzed. Looks like a bunch of college guys.”“Mmm – want to be nasty?” Becky asked, licking her lips and staring into her brother’s eyes.Looking more than a little.