“Damn Kylie baby, that, was amazing.” I felt him putting my skirt back down, and leaning over me, kissing the side of my face and pulling up my ta...gled panties up securely over my abused bottom.“Thank you.” He lifted my body up and spun me around into a hug. And as much as I hated him, I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his shirt, letting him run his fingers through my soft hair and soothe me. “I’m sorry babe.” He wiped my eyes and sat me down, reapplying my make up, and fixing my hair. The next, she was playful and laughing, as though she was having the time of her life. For the first time that night I was staring, and she was returning looks that bumped my pulse another notch. Her last song was a slow blues tune. She writhed and stretched on the stage floor under blue lights, eyes closed, as though she was alone, stroking and fondling her milky thighs and breasts. She had hushed the raucous place into silence while assuring us her thoughts were miles away.It wasn't long. But they couldn't keep it up. In no time they were back at the joy of making each other come.Shortly after their fourteenth birthday they discovered that each other's body was just not enough to satisfy them. They both started looking longingly at boys' bodies. They wanted to see and feel a prick. They wanted to know what the older girls at school were talking about when they went on and on about the joy of sex and what it felt like to fuck on a cock instead of a finger.In the summer of their. Master Cuntly was clearly “Slippering’s” house Master .“Stand by your beds” snapped Master Cuntly The nude girls could do nothing but obey as the cane in Master Cuntly’s hand was vibrating and itching for action! “There are showers at the end of the room” he pointed at a vestibule that said “Shower Room” “Next to the showers are the toilets” he went on .“The showers give water for ten minutes and kept at a constant freezing for your own benefit” “You will all poop at bedtime and again at five.