She crossed her legs elegantly, reflecting how much less of those long and sleekly muscular thighs was on view than the day before, and looked uncerta...nly at her boss. Mr Travers got up from behind his desk and sat opposite her. His usually uncommunicative features melted into an unaccustomed and somewhat sinister smile. The contortions of his face as he tried to convey an uncharacteristic message of benevolence were almost frightening in their ineptitude."Would you like a drink, my dear. Last week was my 18th birthday. I went out with a crowd of friends to celebrate but my mum asked if she could cook me a special birthday dinner the next night. We both sat down at the table where my mum began serving out my favourite food - Roast lamb with lots of trimmings. She poured us red wine, as 'I was old enough now'. As we were chatting, it happened. As she stretched out for more potatoes, whilst bringing her arm back, her bracelet caught her wine glass and tipped the red liquid all. "Then Tina said, "I can't take my clothes off in front of him, he's my cousin."To which Mary replied, "Don't worry about him and take your clothes off and join me for a swim."Tina stuttered and said, "But I'm a virgin and I don't want to fuck anyone."I assured Tina by saying, "If you want to take a swim with us, you can stay next to me and I will personally make sure no one fucks you."Tina replied, "I don't even know you and when I first saw you, your cock was buried deep in her," pointing at. She had never desired to own a riding crop. Yet this one called out to her. Her hand slipped to it and her fingers went around the rough handle. It seemed to have been held tight when used. It had obviously been used often. There was an indentation where a strong hand had once put its thumb. The thing seemed to sink itself deep in into her palm. Like a pearl still in its safe shell. She picked it up and inspected it closer. The end was a bit warn, but not so much that it was tattered. Her mind.