Terrified, confused and relieved, Kiara began pulling on her shorts and trainers in a panicked fashion. She sprinted away in the opposite direction to...her Drill Sergeant as fast as she could and she tried to make sense of what had just happened. What did this mean? Would she be in trouble? How could she ever face her Drill Sergeant again after what he had seen; or indeed what she had seen. She could feel the coarse material of the shorts now moving directly against her pussy and she was. However, she had been particularly smitten by a halter-neck dress that she had seen hanging in her mother’s closet and she was determined to buy something similar. Previously she would have considered such a style as being too slutty given the short hemline and the deep cleavage of the neckline but now having seen a lot of women in town wearing such dresses she had to agree that to show off one’s ‘assets’ in such a brazen manner was both exciting and, well, empowering. They spent a while. As she was about to answer, he bit her ear. He bit her hard. Then kissed and licked her neck. Answer me, you fucking whore! He bit her harder, drawing a bit of blood. She loved it when her Master bit her. It sent thrills all over her body. She bit her lips and tried to say no but the words wouldnt come out. She wanted to cum. So&hellip,very&hellip,very&hellip,badly. No, Master. Well slave this isnt for your enjoyment. Its mine. Get on your fucking knees and spread them cheeks wide. Youre going. Even though her vagina has seen much traffic it is surprisingly tight. She cannot take full credit for this however. She swears by Kegel exercises and the fact that she has never given birth. There is no other explanation as to why her pussy fits like a glove when it is in such constant use. Chayne sits up and looks over at her desk. ‘Did you smoke our blunt?’ she asks. His smile gives him away and he apologizes. She lets him know it’s okay and gets up to roll another one. Dirty observes her.