“Right, Darren,” she said softly. “Take everything off except those shorts. Leave them for me.” Darren managed to find his voice. “Yes, mad...m,” he said and stooped to remove his shoes, socks and trousers. Anne sat on the edge of the bed, watched and waited, her fingers toying with her aroused nipples. She knew her pussy was already moist but resisted feeling beneath her skirt as Darren took three steps and stood in front of her. She leaned forward and placed wet kisses on his stomach, her. 30 PM, her door was not locked. The Mistress was sitting on her sofa. I got on my fours and crawled to her and got on my knees. I kissed her both feet and said, “My Mistress, please accept me as your slave.” She replied, “ Though you are a dirty fucking slave, still, I accept you.”She pulled out the dog collar and tied around my neck, and attached the leash. She ordered me to strip. I removed my t-shirt and then my shorts. As soon as I removed my shorts, she laughed out loud, seeing me wearing. The problem was Ashley's e-mail had read:" ... Ashley, you are going to be very humiliated and make ten guys happy tonight. So, to the lounge you must go at midnight, sneak into a men's washroom, strip ... etc."New to campus, Ashley was unfamiliar with all the buildings and campus facilities; she was not aware there was a student lounge. So she assumed that ' The Lounge ' was the name of a night club.This was Ashley's first time away from home, Toronto, and she knew nothing of Ottawa. So she. I guess she was to embarrass to say it out loud. She whispered it in my ear. These are my sisters panties. That was a lie. They were her panties. Her sister was a lot larger then she was. When a girl gets excited, she gets wet down there. She explained. I still looked confused. You know when you get hard and it sticks out. She looked at my crotch. Oh! Thats what happens to girls? Do you get wet too? I asked. Do you get hard? She asked smiling. Can I smell them again? Please. She held her hand.