As far as she can tell this small stretch of Aspen, Pine, and the occasional boulder were hers for the moment. Chel readjusts her beanie and once agai... scolds herself for not buying a damn helmet. Spent all her money on a rocker board and a new pair of snow pants. Although she had to admit along with keeping her super warm the pants made her ass look amazing. Board unstuck Chel fixes her snow goggles on her nose and slides out of the tress onto the much abused trail. Worn dow to little more. "Thank you for letting me clean your shoes," said Janet. "You're welcome Janet. Now do as I told you." "Yes, Mistress." Janet clicked her heels as she walked over to the package, which had red ribbon and a red bow on top. She undid the ribbon, and tore away at the fancy paper. She gasped at what was inside! Wrapped carefully was an exact duplicate of the large black leather footstool that she had seen both Camille and herself punished on! "It's a gift from Stephanie. She told me how. He pushs me down onto it but it wont goin just pushing aghent me. Oh you will take it bitch, with that he grabs my hips hard and pushes medown forcfuly. With a huge amount of pressure the head pops in half way. My lips wide apart. Imbreathing heavy. Oh no all the way bitch. He start pushing again, slowly then head goes ferther in. Islow watch the end of his head go in and feels it pop inside. Ya that anit going to come out easy youknow he saids. Hell I might pull you insides out if I try. Now. But, he was persistent in his courtship, willing to bide his time, eventually wearing old Baltus down. Or, at least, that was his plan. His intimidating size did well to scare off any competition in the village, and when he came calling on Sundays, after church, Katrina would pack a picnic basket, and they would ride out into the countryside and spend the day together. Here's where the published version differed from the private. Katrina was a very strong willed, dominant young woman, who knew.