Sarah had matured a lot since her days of abusing the Eds. Her voice was more girly and less shrill (except when she shouts at Ed at home). She stuck ...o her outfit with her midriff peeking under her tight fitting tank top and a generous amount of cleavage visible. Her ass was clearly accentuated by her tight blue skinny jeans. While she had a lot of admirers as a cheerleader she rejected every single one of them, saying she had a man in her eyes still. Obviously she never got over her crush for. "Came to bring my bra back?" She asked, her voice so sweet and charming that I found myself wishing to hear her speak some more. I didn't care what she said. I just wanted to hear her sweet, angelic voice again. "Did you like my dancing?" She asked, filling my heart with joy at the sound of her voice. I was so happy that I just nodded like an idiot instead of verbally answering. I must have looked like such a jerk and looser but someone she found the entire scene rather amusing. In fact. Stella was on sexual overload. After class had finished, she rushed back to her room and masturbated furiously on her bed. She couldn’t believe what had happened to her over the last few days, the tumultuous events that had flooded her staid and repressed existence with a blaze of light and colour. There was only one direction open to her now, and with some trepidation, she tapped gently on Mistress Amelia’s door.‘Stella, please come in.’ She said, ‘How can I help?’‘I need you to help me,’ she. Becky and Soraya would be pleased. It would make Candlepeen Balling all the more enjoyable. It was time for her to deliver her standard lecture, the irony of which wasn’t lost upon her. Her lecture had been delivered so many times before, to so many different males, especially since college started, when she had no fewer than six American males leashed and paying her bills. This was special though and she would savor it.?I’m giving you a choice, Gradkowski,? she began before assuring him.