Kathy lost again, and had to take off her blouse. She unbuttoned it without embarassment and tossed it in the pile with the rest of our things. Even ...hough all I could see was her bra, I had a boner to end all boners. Kathy lost the next hand as well. I waited with baited breath for her to take off her bra, but instead she shucked out of her shorts. I could hardly keep my eyes off her crotch, but I couldn’t see anything beyond a few hairs sticking out around the edges of her panties.. I’ve known I was a pain slut since I was about twelve, though I constantly denied it to myself as well as others, for the usually reasons – it just wasn’t the done thing in our society for a nice young lady to desire to be abused and hurt the way I did. I didn’t have much success with boys because very few can cope with it, at least when they are young. Consequentlymost of my lovers have been at least20 years older than me. I turned 28 last month. Mainly I meet guys from alternative. At night she was brought to her stall. Every other day she was allowed to take a shower with the other girls at school. She was fed twice a day and the quality of the food improved over what she had tasted the first few days that she was there. Every third day her stomach was poked and prodded and if she was thought to be constipated she was given a two liter enema of plain water. Every other day she was given a quick twenty wacks on her way to school with a paddle to remind her that she was a. We kissed for a long time under the hot streaming shower, running soapy hands over each other. Her legs were strong and her stomach flat. Her ass was fine, tight and muscular. I explored her anus with a soapy finger as I sunk to my knees in the tub to slide my tongue inside her nether lips. The first taste was delicious. Her arousal was evident in the thick secretion that flowed from her luxuriant bush. Her hands wrapped in my hair and she urged me on with gentle pressure. I slid my lips down.