She always says her, and I of course say me. Though truly when it comes down to it, who the hell cares. I’m with my Scottish playmate. So, I let her...do as she wishes with me now. I’m delighted to find out. The first and last thing I see is a blindfold. She slips it on, leaning down and whispering to me as seductively as she can, “Be my good girl.” She says almost with a giggle. I grin, but say nothing. She ties my wrists above me with scarves. They are nothing I couldn't slip out of if I. For some strange reason, I was enjoying it, and I didn’t know why. She then leaned in further and kissed my lips. Oh, what a beautiful feeling that was. My first kiss with a girl!As she stopped and moved away, I could see my red lipstick stuck on her lips now.“Hmm, you’re not a bad kisser,” she said.“Oh, honey, you have no idea,” I replied.“What has gotten into you today, you naughty girl? I love this side of you,” she said as she went back and started getting ready for the party. I saw her put. I wish I didn't. I’m not sure I would recognize my own bottom without fresh welts on it.Now that I'm starting to sprout breasts he makes sure to give them a good and proper wash every morning before school. He prefers to stand behind me as his large hands cup my little tits and massage them with soap. As he cleans me I feel hit hot dick pressing up against my back. Some days I think he would just stand there sliding the soapy white suds across my breasts all day if he didn’t have to go to. I’d never thought of going the art school route. I needed woodworking skills not artistic skills. I needed someone who could cut wood, plane it, use a router, set-up a jig and do lots and lots of painting. The artistic element was usually conceived by someone else. My shop requires technical skills mainly. Artistic skills are a secondary consideration. I asked my friend to have her email me. She was twenty eight currently working part time in a clothing store. Her hobbies included art,.