Swimming, gym, etcetera, and I would do anything to avoidbeing seen bare-chested. I became pretty smart at finding ways andexcuses to avoid taking off...the top part of my clothing. Even in hotdays I'd wear a shirt, preferably one with chest pockets as even with at-shirt on I felt you could still see them. The pockets help disguisethe lumps. On the other hand they were like my vindication. A sign thatsomewhere within me the girl was trying to get out. That I hadsomething intrinsically feminine. I would give a guy a sexy look, while thinking this in my mind "you can do what ever you want to my body right now" type of look, I was attempting to communicate my message like ESP, without speaking a word. When ever I ran into a hot guy and heard his voice, I would picture in my mind, what kind of cock he might have, its length and I'd imagine it, in my hand and my fingers wrapping around his stiff shaft, through touch giving my cunt a sense of how well he might fit and feel inside me. .twenty minutes? God, now they're resorting to sleep deprivationtorture on top of everything else. Would this day never end?"What chore?" I asked, though, through my yawn, it may have soundedlike 'whayyore.' "We've got a situation," Patricia said, from behind Marita. "Jean'ssick." What's wrong? Does she need to go to the hospital or something?" Iliked Jean; she treated me decently, and not with the contempt theothers did."Food poisoning, maybe? Since she can't get more than three feet. ..please may I have another?" "I can't hear you." Freya snapped as she brought the whip down again onto her sisters skin. "T-Two. Can I have another?" Mariya spoke a little louder as the whip came down. The tingling of her ass was making her pussy wetter and she continued to count the strikes until the number ten. "Thank you, Freya." "What was that?" Freya asked as she brought the tiny whip down, closer to her sisters pussy. "What did you call me?" -Mistress. Thank you mistress." Mariya.