She had learned it soon enough, though, and in the rudest of ways, when she was sent off to school at fourteen. Elizabeth could no longer recollect wh...ther the rude looks and nasty comments had begun on the very first occasion she was compelled to change her clothing in the school gymnasium. She imagined now that the naïve girl she was then had little cause for fear on that first day she removed her dress, happy as she was with her body’s unique details in those long-gone days. But the teasing. He slammed her down onto the linoleum on her hands and knees. Then, without any regard for her well being, he slammed with all his strength into her snatch. Cassie started to scream, but was choked off as all the air was blasted from her lungs. But he was just getting started. Over and over he slammed into her, every time to the hilt of his cock. His balls slapped rapidly against her clit, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head in passion. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she simply. “What are you doing, bitch?” asked Pierre. He was a young, well-built man, blond-haired and blue eyed, and his biceps tensed as he flexed a long cane. Marie-Claude had crawled over to one of the benches and, as he spoke, she turned to hold out the set of shackles she found there.“L'esprit est prompt, mais la chair est faible” she said softly as they gathered around her. Hands reached from all sides to fasten her wrists and ankles to the table, spreading her burning arse for more punishment. “I. Cowboy hats, tight jeans, and boots were to be worn. That meant a quick trip to the local store. Martha must have tried on seven pair of blue jeans before she found the perfect pair. They were faded, skin tight, and they hugged all of her curves perfectly. The stomping boots were picked out much easier than I had expected. Then there was the blouse or shirt as the clerk kept calling it. It was red plaid with a stiff collar and lots of buttons. There were two pockets that covered her breasts.