One of the things that really impressed Susan about Mizuki was that the Japanese-American girl not only already had a definite career chosen for herse...f, but at this early stage of her life she also seemed to have a plan mapped out on how to best achieve her goal. Susan envied that in a way, but at the same time wasn't sure that she'd want to have her own future planned that well. She still held the goal of being a world traveler, someone comfortable in many parts of the world, and her way. Her bright blue eyes always sparkled with laughter. Denise nodded. Yeah you could say that. She clocked out and slipped her hand in her purse pulling out a small black and red brush. She ran it through her red dyed hair, which she made a mental note of, needed to be re-dyed again. Her hair stopped just in the middle of her back. She was black with a Native American background. Her hair was always long and somewhat manageable. Tying up her hair into a loose bun, she shoved the brush back into. "I need help with my outfit baby. Will you help mommy find another blouse to wear?"He nodded as he gawked in disbelief at my request. I took his plate to the sink and started heading for my room. He sat motionless, so I stopped and turned to him. "Well come on honey, help me find something nice." He sprang to his feet and followed me into my room. As he took a seat on my bed and grabbed his trusty pillow, I went into my closet which was directly in front of him, and started pushing clothes. Pinch your nipples until they hurt."Obeying, she continued to squeeze her nipples harder until her face was a grimace of pain."Very good slut. You can stop now." A gasp escaped her lips as soon as she had released her sore nipples. Her movement had caused the blouse to open further, exposing the sides of her breasts as well to passing motorists. "Close your eyes and keep them closed. Now open your legs wide and begin playing with your pussy."Once her legs were spread wide, she reached down with.