The sexual tension rolling off of him in waves. His breath fanning against my face, making the butterflies do somersaults in my stomach. My mind can�...�t help but wonder what he looks like underneath this shirt. Does he feel as lean as he looks? The intensity pounding around us making my breathing shallow as the anticipation grows. I lean closer to his face needing him to make the first move. The need growing in me as I let the words that have been on the tip of my tongue for months roll off. ‘I. But i like himYou: niceStranger: u r to naughtyYou: maybe he waits outside to find out when you are aloneYou: me?Stranger: ha haStranger: he isStranger: i like to chating with uYou: yeah you are fun too :)Stranger: ha haYou: I wish you were in NY you could be my number 17! I would promise to be nicer to you than the boysStranger: ha haStranger: and u knw i dont do sex with girls tillYou: yes I know :) but I can still fantasizeStranger: r uYou: I'm thinking about keeping your picture to look at. He was warning one boy about not soaking the wooden brushes when Mrs. Delgado shouted to get his attention."Mijo!" she shouted. Thirteen kids at the ranch now and most were younger, but he was the only she called 'mijo.'"Be there in a minute," he yelled, rinsing his hands in clean water.She handed him a big glass of ice water as he came into the kitchen. He gulped it down and went to refill it."Mijo, do you know the Piotrowskis?," she asked."Don't think so," he replied between gulps."They own. Have you been a good girl for Anton? she quizzed Hannah. Hannah nodded and Steph walked around her trailing the whip across her already marked skip. As she stood in the window Steph slowly spun Hannah so that she was again facing out of the window. Steph walked back behind her and ran the head of the whip down between the cheeks of her ass and forward, running it along Hannahs wet pussy. As this happened Hannah altered her stance slightly to allow her legs to part. As Hannah spread her legs I.