Geez was I consumed with doubt. I wanted it but was scared. Would it hurt? Geez, Steve had a big cock.He pushed his dick in and my arse expanded for i....“Orrgh, Orrgh; Oooh” I went, exquisite pleasure mixed with a wincing expanding strain. Amazingly good. My Steve was groaning. He had what he wanted. I had what it seemed I always needed.Then he eased an inch more in and I just accepted it. I actually wanted it even deeper. But he was building the pleasure in steady increments.My arsehole was. Just then there was a knock on the door. Charlotte was shocked. Mrs. Denver shouted out, “Come.” Charlotte looked around as in came Melissa, the Head girl, 19 years old and very full of herself. “ Not finished yet I see,” Melissa said smiling at the Principal and ignoring Charlotte. “ Just about to start actually Melissa.” “ Oh right. I’ll be outside then.” She turned to Charlotte and said, “I have started a new page for you in the Punishment Book. Don’t forget to see me afterwards so I can. As my slave you have to wake up at 5 a.m. no matter when you sleep first thing you do is to wash, wax and polish my Bentley and Ferrari from outside and clean from inside then you will clean and wax entire floor of the house to perfect shine and then you will come kneel outside my bedroom to serve me as I wakes up first you will put my slippers on my divine feet and greet me good morning by kissing tips of my slippers and then you will walk me to the bathroom stepping on your palms as I don’t. A few women sit on the other side of the court arena floor, its dust, thankfully, suppressed by stagnant water. All wearing multi-coloured head coverings in a show of submission and obedience to tradition. Kwame’s mother, a beautiful, medium built woman in her early fifties, sits aloof on the left side of the arena. She couldn’t hold her emotions having been torn between her love for Kwame and custom. She is imagining the burden of facing this jury could have been lighter with her late husband.