Missy felt his right hand slip under her dress and caress her belly before he shoved it inside her panties and directly onto her pussy! He broke the k...ss, and Missy gasped. No one had ever touched her there before, not even on the outside of her panties! He began moving his hand up and down, caressing her soft pubic hair at first, and then using a finger to slide up and down through her slit. She gasped again when she felt one of his fingers start to slip into her hole. "Feels pretty dry,. By the time the whip reached my thighs and several times curled inside them and caught my mound, I hardly knew what was happening until a round of applause, more I think for the whip master than for me, heralded the end, the end of my whipping but not the end of my torment and certainly not the end of the pain; I had about seven hours more of slavery and rape to endure. ?Can I escape?? I wondered but with the pain, I couldn’t run even if I had somewhere to run to. My body collapsed in a heap on. I had a crappy, pageboy-style red Halloween wig (Iam a natural, proud redhead and will only ever wear red wigs!), crappylow-heeled mules from Payless (ah, to be 17 and only a size 12W shoeagain), and I put on a pair of black panties, a black 40D bra I boughtfrom a local discount store, coffee pantyhose and a knee-length browndress from mom. I put on my wig, mules and lipstick, and I paced aroundthe house waiting for my first lover.He came in the back door (not in THAT way, you naughty reader!). He leaned over me his mouth seeking mine. As our lips touched, he thrust into me completely. I moaned into his mouth my back arching.“Oh God Kelsey. You’re so tight.”“Make love to me.”He began to move in me, slow deliberate strokes.The fire inside me burned red hot.We moved as one as the bridge swayed under us.I was so turned on, but I needed more.I began to grind on him as he fucked me, rubbing my clit against our entwined bodies.I humped against him faster, my pussy tightening slightly.“OOOO.