“I’ve been bad”.“Just don’t let it happen again, and we’ll be fine”“Well, OK, thank you for saying that. But I’ve been bad. I’m ju...t a bad, bad girl, and I am truly and deeply sorry, sir MISTER.” she typed. I thought of her being bad. Being naked and bad. Was her pussy shaved? If so, how? Laser? Razor? Electric Shaver? Wax? What about her ass? Does she groom back there too? I knew she had nice toes, because now and then she wears open shoes. Then dammit, the next message from her is a smiley. I. ________________________________________ I’m acting like a silly teenager, she thought. The first time this happened to me I was nineteen and on my way home for Christmas. I picked up the wrong bag at the bus station, went to return the bag and found that the guy who owned it had taken mine and gone to his hotel. I was pissed. It meant I’d miss my bus and probably Mom’s painstakingly authentic Christmas dinner. A fleeting smile crossed Carol’s face as she recalled the event in question.. At first, I watch him quietly. Then, I begin staring at him lustfully. His thick blond hair is neither too long nor too short. His corner-of-the-mouth smile looks just a tad mischievous. His warm green eyes are gazing back at me. And oooh, his chiseled body. I lower the lids of my big, brown eyes and give him that look that says, "I'm yours if you'll have me."And he responds the way any man would respond when a beautiful girl gives THAT look. He walks toward me, staring at me, like a lion. But she seemed like a d**g which had drawn me in and I wanted more. I stood up and removed my shirt as she removed her own and lay before me with just her tiny skirt on around her waist as her beautiful tits and nipples came on show for me. I couldn’t resist reaching down and taking each one in hand, feeling the nipples harden further against my palm, a contrast with the softness of the fleshy mounds. I watched in awe as her delicate hands took hold of my manhood and guided it into her open.