She felt Master’s presence leave the room for a bit, and she waited, clenching her neatly shaved pussy as a reflex. Several minutes passed until she...felt someone enter the room…but it didn’t feel like it was only Master. How many people were there? What was Master’s plan?Suddenly she heard the crack of a whip, making her pussy clench tightly again. It was the sound of a whip hitting fresh, bare flesh, and it struck again but with an ever so slightly duller sound. It came down three more times,. I told her that she had me and that would be all the love and support she'd ever need. I kissed her then, even though it wasn't allowed in our school. I didn't care whether we got caught or what might happen if we did. I needed her kiss right then, and I thought she needed mine every bit as much. I didn't go to the dance that Friday, not wanting to be out having fun while my big sister was in her room crying her poor heart out. Joan wanted to go by herself and even told my father that Frank. On the bright side, Donna had arranged for the kids to spend the night with friends, so we didn't have to worry about them walking in on us, or hearing us fight. But that was about the only good thing.I'm not sure what I expected to hear, or for that matter, wanted to hear, but whatever it was it wasn't heard. Donna kept telling me how sorry she was, and how she loved me, but she couldn't tell me why. I tried to ask her what I'd done to make her do that, and even though she told me nothing, it. Across the way, the group of men were clustered around the telescope. She saw them only as well as the window-rain would allow, but one man looked very familiar. Standing apart from the rest, he seemed to be smiling. "What are you grinning about?" she muttered around the tube. "I'll teach you to grin." She extended both her middle fingers, in a double-barreled salute. She grinned in retaliation. Then her breath froze.Was that Louis? Was that Louis across the street? The tweed coat, the white.