I seen her in jeans a couple oftimes, but I never saw her wear sneakers unless she was in gym class, itwas always pumps, boots, or some other feminine...footwear.One day she and I were at her house putting together cassettes for ourWalkmen and talking about issues of the day that teenagers felt wereimportant. The conversation got around to boys, girls, and dating and sheasked me who I liked in our class. I was in a tough spot, the wronganswer given at this point in time could mean social. For one moment I stopped to admire him. Have I ever expected to have such a man as my slave? It was a fortuity, a pure accident. I took a shoot of his binded hands. So strong and brawny, they looked strangely by contrast with elegant black ribbon. He sighed.-Don't be anxious my dear, these photos are only for my personal usage. I want to look at them and remember the moments we spent together. There is nothing for you to worry about.I took one more shoot. A portrait with him was taken full. Her hand still gripped me vicelike as she jerked a few more times and the lay still on my shoulder. I pulled her up onto my lap so she sat facing me with her head stll buried in my shoulder. I put both my hands under her awesome butt and lifted her onto my lap, her pussy directly over the head of my cock. She gasped a little when she felt it against her but pushed against it harder with her panty covered mound. She put her arms around my neck and held me. Her pink nylon panties were soaked. As she began to need air she thrashed and squirmed. The ball gag in her mouth only added to her panic.One hand stroked up her back to hold her by the neck, the other stayed on her back but he let up on the pressure to let her catch her breath. The hand on her neck slid up to the back of her head, gathering her dark and luscious hair into a ponytail in his hand. Gripping it painfully hard he viciously jerked her head back.The young lady was forced to try to move backwards to avoid breaking her.