. You take a minute to read the teachers notes....Disscusted and feeling more upset then you had ever been with me...STAND!!! YES SIR. DROP your hands...lock fingers behind your back, yes sir??... daddy?... NOT A FUCKING WORD.. YES SIR...skipping classes again. You reach for my face cheeks, with the eyes peering threw me a single tear falls. SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP. Your tears wont effect daddy this time, grabbing my face again, Im scarerd to speak. All i can do is take what ever you will do to. I could so easily get my fix. But he’d know. Of course he’d fucking know. What didn’t he know?I hated him for knowing me so completely. For so many years, the real me had been a secret, the best kept secret. I was the only person who knew me, who knew what went around in my head. And then Kent had come and picked me apart and seen everything and put me back together but with a piece of him in there too. He knew me inside out.I was wearing his favourite dress. I always wore his favourite dress. His entire first alto section – all fourof them – were all totally fuckable. They varied in age from Jackie,the eighteen-year-old college freshman to Connie, the thirty-nine year olddivorcee. Yet, all of them looked good. All of them took care of themselves.And, all of them had bodies that he constantly looked on with lust. Jackie was a jock of sorts. Her body was completely devoid of body fat withstrong hips and smallish breasts. Her black hair was cropped close to her headand her eyes were. Buck gave me the new saddle to try out, and it fit me perfectly. By then I had learned enough about tack to know that the new saddle has a very special design. As comfortable as it is, it still made me suspicious, as I’ll briefly explain.There are four basic parts to a saddle seat. The pommel is the part in the front that rises to the horn. Behind that is the narrowest part of the seat, called the twist, followed by the main seat area. Then rising behind the seat is the cantle. Think of the.