Sonow that I can, I want you to remember how it feels to be hurt." Taking the antenna in herhand, she walked around to near the crying and begging gir...?s bare feet. Maria tickled the bottoms of those pale feet gently, barely getting anyresponse from the poor girl, who was so tensed up by this stage that she couldhardly breathe.?? Aiming at the centre ofthe girl?s feet, Maria pulled back the antenna about a foot and sent itwhistling through the air and landing on the right foot with a loud thud.. My gaze drifted to her plump red lips until she gave me a gentle shake, drawing me to her eyes once again.“Dirty little sluts are not allowed to wear clothes in here. Under any circumstances.“Squirming under her intense gaze, I nodded my understanding. “Yes, Ma’am. What about… my collar?”I was rewarded with a soft kiss, her lips brushing mine fleetingly, sending a thrill through my entire body and turning my cunt into liquid fire for one tantalizingly brief moment.“Your collar is part of you,. "Do you know the desert road from that Silver City ghost town to the Oregon village ... Jordan Valley, I think it is?" Yavinsky asked the pilot."Yes sir, no problem. In fact, we should land there and wait for the people you're trying to contact. There's a good landing area along the highway on the edge of town. It's convenient and a much safer place to set down," the pilot suggested."Yes, yes ... I'm sure it is, but we must intercept them as soon as possible, in the desert, away from any. "Tell me I'm wrong Susan. Look me in the eye and tell me you hate being agirl more than anything else." When I said nothing... "that's alright honey,I'm a girl and I turned out alright!" Tears formed in my eyes as I tried tosay it, to tell her that she was wrong, that I hated being a girl, but Icouldn't. "Susan, why don't we have a girls day out? Just you and I? We'llshop, spend lots of your dad's money, have a nice lunch, and stop by thesalon for a makeover? Then we'll make him take us out to.