They had gone back to Angela's house and Mistress had ransacked Angela's wardrobe removing anything she deemed 'unsuitable'. Angela had watched, horri...ied, as all her underwear and a good proportion of her clothing was bundled into black bin bags and taken to the local tip. Part of her still wanted to say 'no', to protest but she was scared, scared that should she fail Mistress she would be rejected as unworthy and that she could not bear.But it wasn't just fear of rejection which kept her. It is so short. I am an idealist or an infallible romantic believer in the goodness of human nature in general looking for a serious relationship believing in the true, eternal and dedicated Love and hoping to meet people seeking the same. I've already stopped hoping to meet normal people who are not just looking for sex. No sex is dying, no matter how difficult it is, but it's not impossible! Sex can not be a goal and a way of life for anyone. It is a consequence of the relationship between. Our birthday was only amonth away and we'd be six. We both had bobbed blond hair that was justgrowing out. It seems a bout of head lice in preschool running rampidresulted in us having our locks shorn to the scalp. My Diane cried. Itdidn't bother me. And now with summer coming on Mom had just decided tolet mine grow along with my sisters.It was a late spring day when Mom decided it was time to take usclothes shopping for our summer wardrobes. At our age the growth spurtsdetermined that last. She was still wearing her glasses, Tasha noted with a smile, but her eyes were closed tight behind them."It's okay," Tasha crooned, closing the door behind her and coming to stand next to the woman. "It's probably just the first time you're going to have a g-spot orgasm..." No," Ashley gasped, reaching out for Tasha and clasping her hand. "I never have... never..." Never...?" Tasha let the woman squeeze her hand as she moaned and rocked up on the machine, her breath coming fast and hard..