(She didn't like it-no French, I loved it, ) I learned what "blue balls" were. I learned to take long showers with lots of soap.We attend all the danc...s. She liked the fast dances, I liked the slow ones. When she felt my "stiffie" during a slow dance, it was the last slow dance I ever had with her for a long time.She called me a pervert.At the Senior Ball we had a good time. We danced both fast and slow songs, kissed in the corner, and did all kinds of teenage stuff. We had fun together and I. "Hell no." he said with a grin.Then he turned serious again and pushed against the table.And spanked my ass."You cost me my fun." I'm so sorry, Steven." I said, feeling his other hand spank my other ass cheek."Mmm, whatever am I going to do now? I could leave, since it's not my shift tonight..." Please fuck me, Steven." I told the table.He yanked me upright by my hair ."What was that?" "I've always wanted you, Steven. Even during the showers. Please fuck me."And then he dropped me. Cindy gasped – she had indeed believed that the young woman’s name might happen to be Misty. There was some deep visceral connection between the two of them and her heart was pounding like a drum. ‘So sugar, tell Misty – what is your deepest, hidden desire?’ Misty’s voice was almost dripping with sweetness and Cindy began to believe the totality of her situation. It didn’t seem possible, yet it had to be true – her mother had asked Misty to be a sort-of mentor to her. Cindy knew what her answer. My heart almost overflowed in my admiration of her attributes as the most desirable Goddess. A brief look around the torture chamber had shown me that she had uncovered the torture frame which is built in the style of a gynecological chair and I wondered what she had in mind. I soon found out!As my Mistress rose to her feet, she gave me a plastic disposable surgical glove and ordered me to remove the dildo, which I had strapped into me for many hours.- THEN - things began to escalate and.