Her adviser will fillthe rest of her classes as she meets with her in August. She mightbenefit from Basic Martial Arts as she's aced the survival clas...already. I'd rather she not be put through that again unless she hadto."Mrs. Shungendo led them to the testing labs when Morgan finally finishedher academic placement testing. A closer look by one of the teachersshowed that she had brilliance but needed a lot of work developing herwriting and reading comprehension skills. She was on par with kids. The train stopped again and more people hustled into the tight little opening and squeezed themselves into some sort of personal space and I was able to swipe the drops of passion off of my bald little muffin without anyone noticing, or so I thought. My boy behind me, it seems, couldn’t keep still. As train started to move again I inched my way towards the door in an attempt to let my skirt hang over the rail that served as an armrest for the seated passengers. I watched in another reflection. J did the very same thing and I felt a flush of excitement throughout my body. He tells me to kiss the belt because the belt will be used to punish me, to humble me and once I have taken my punishment, I will be Daddy's good girl again... I looked at J, scared. I had never revealed to him that I had this desire to be punished in this way, that I had even fantasized about being a bad girl. He had called me his slut, his slave, his dog. He had never called me Daddy's naughty little girl. He held. When I stood up, I was shocked to see that the foreigner had arrived. He was not supposed to arrive for another 3-4 hours. Yet he was there and had already seen me in the act. Perhaps this was a good thing.When I stood up, I witnessed his eyes bursting wide open, and his jaw dropped. He must never have witnessed a desi girl in such raw boldness. Suddenly I felt a tinge of shame as he ogled my tits. He was tempted to touch them.I backed off in the water, covering my nipples with one hand while.