“Seventeen ... mmm yeah.”The spurts of pee had now become just a trickle; there was a large yellow pool at her feet.“Eighteen ... oh yes!”“N...neteen”“OH YES! Twenty!”She gave a final groan, and her body hung limply, held up by just the ropes.“Now, that wasn’t all that bad, was it?” he said, as he unfastened her ankles. “Just as well we did this out here; you pissed all over the deck, you dirty little slut. Do you always go around pissing yourself like that?”She didn’t respond; she didn’t even. Just leave already." I wasn't sure if there was anything that I could say that would convince me to stay and thought of leaving. I knew I couldn't though. Because as shy as I was at school I still cared a lot about other people, especially him. I decided that I would stick around no matter what until I had found out was wrong."I can't leave." "Why not?"“I know you were crying. I want to know why so I can try and help." I told you I wasn't crying!" As he yelled he quickly got up from the rock. Like a slave."That's ok, take your time," he encouraged her, "I could watch you all day."She pulled down her pants together with her panties revealing her naked black pussy. Although she had let her hair grow back, she chose to keep her pubic area shaved."Ah!" exclaimed Steve, "bald coochie! Damn, girl! You're making it hard for me to keep from just jumping up in there and havin' me some of that!" Her face burned with embarrassment as she noticed that an elderly white couple looked her way from. Among the thousands of little girls across the country who are beginner gymnasts, I’m well known and recognized. With the pressure of performing well and improving both for my own amition and for the UCLA team, not to mention a full course load of classes, I’ve become a very driven person, resisting distractions wherever they threaten to pop up. In a spare locker area after the conference meet on Saturday, though, I witnessed something that shook me from my single-minded ambition. My.