Ronnie whimpered like an injured puppy at the sight of what I was doing. My pretty Ronnie tasted of Salt, and Hay, and Summertime, and even a little ...it of Beer. All these tastes together. He held me close for the longest while, my bare breasts close to his sweet-horse smellin' boy body, until finally, he reached behind him onto the floor, found his old sleeveless flanell, wiped himself off, as best he could, then sat up at the edge of the bed, and handing me the shirt, he said "Clean. You're doing fine. Nowjust relax and I'll be back." With that, he left her alone in the room.This feels pretty weird, she thought to herself, as the fluid reachedher belly button. It's kind of tingly like it's soaking into my skin orsomething. Oh well, no sense worrying for nothing. Ben knows what he'sdoing.Benjamin came back about ten minutes later and shut the flow off just asthe fluid was reaching up to Janey's chin."I was getting a little worried," she said, not so bravely. "If thefluid got. “I want you to lay on the bed like before, but keep the underwear on, and don’t move”. I’d now figured out how to enlarge the chat so I could read it from further away and quickly stepped back on to the bed. Getting into position on my side, I raised my legs a little, opened them and pushed my hard cock down. As I closed my legs I felt that divine pressure around my dick and the extra sensation from the G-string running up my ass really added to it.I settled down with a hand cupping my chest,. I took my path to school and knew that in the afternoons, I would be walking on the street naked so more people can see me. I don’t know why someone hasn’t told the cops about me, but I have not seen one since Mistress made me a whore.I walked to school, feeling good about being dressed as a normal girl. I got to the parking lot and all the students were there waiting for me. I walked past the groups and into my circle. I stood waiting for Mistress Pam to signal for me to strip. I didn’t have.