She was an emotional wreck but oh so happy. Lisa was acknowledging her again!“You are Cutty?”Disturbed, Donna looked up at the woman who had sneak...d up to her and was now standing by her table.“I figured as much.” The woman said as she sat in Lisa’s chair. “You are Cutty, the mother of those lovely ladies on the field. The wardrobe kind of gave you away.”Confused and with suspicion, Donna looked at her visitor. The dark blond lady was dressed in a beige business suit covered by a brown coat,. I wanted full trusting submission from a woman - a virgin to her slave-side, who I could push toward a lifestyle she may not even have imagined but whom was destined for.Months after Georgia had left, I was still a lone Master.I went to school, the local College, and lived at home that first year out of High School. It was a year of discovery of how far I would allow my desires to push the envelope of what society would accept.And it started here... It was the last thing I would have ever. Try to suck my dick, dear! Why don't you kneel between mine & play my pole by both hands for a try?"----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------PAPPA POET PETER'S PROUD PRICK, ISN'T IT FAR TOO BIG FOR A TEEN, TO HANDLE ON HER OWN?"Papa Poet Peter, probably you want me to take all of it my mouth, but isn't your dick to big for my maidenhood" Propose You to take small steps, sweetheart! Kiss. See you... again.”I started to speak again “I l...” she, again, stopped me.“I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you... I just wanted to feel you hold me so badly...” and, with teary eyes, whispered “I'm so sorry.”There was another long pause before I broke the silence. I looked into her eyes and said “I Love you, too... ever since I was thirteen and I saw you in that mirror.” Wiping a tear from her cheek I pulled her into another kiss. It was slow, and tender, and when it eventually ended.