. deep voice ... and then there was his Johnson! So that's what I might look like some day down there. Or at least I could hope ... but at least in th... shower I was able to look and wonder if mine would ever look like that.In addition to PE and moving from class to class ... there were the girls. It seems like from the 6th grade to the 7th grade, girls changed. It had to be them ... it just couldn't be me. Some of them got lumps on their chests and Cheryl seemed to have the nicest, biggest. The sob that came after that floored him. Shame flooded through him over the way he was treating her. The woman had lost both her parents in a single day for God's sake, he snarled at himself bitterly. And then there was no more time for self-recriminations because all hell broke loose on his shoulder.She felt like she was coming apart in his arms. Dry, heaving sobs that seemed to be ripped out from someplace deep inside her and hurt like hell. Her hands dug into him painfully as she held on,. Motioning with her head to the girls outside the tent, she reached under the mattress and pulled out a note pad and paper.I do not want to have sex, she wrote."That's okay--" I started, before being cut off again.To get into the club, I had to vow to get pregnant, she wrote, but I don't want to. We have to fake it."Ohhhh..." I said, softly, comprehension dawning on me."I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels," Heather said, out loud, "I soooo want to have sex with you, it's just that ... I've been so nervous. She pulls out of the bag a pair of adult diapers, hands them to me and says, "Put them on. This will keep you honest." I did as ordered and then Casandra pulls one more item from the bag; a collar with leash, and put it around my neck. She orders, "Come with me." And she turns to go to the bedroom, and says, "Crawl Slave Steve, crawl." And I crawled to my bedroom. When satisfied, Casandra ordered me to jack off in front of her.Each visit Casandra brings a different bra and panty set for me to.