The evening was fab and the comedian excellent. I clung onto Master’s arm all night and behaved at my absolute submissive, obedient best. I knew t...at I had been dressed this way to advertise who I am; what I am. I don’t know if anyone who saw me understood but it made me very proud and very excited to be Master’s Cum Girl.On our journey home I settled back in my seat and dreamed about Master putting His naughty schoolgirl over His knee and spanking her until her arse was red raw, whilst she. Still I talked to her anyway. It took away my loneliness. Often she spoke about her mother. She was adopted, and her mother did not treat her well. She was told to stay in her room. Her meals were brought to her door. She wasn’t allowed to go outside and play after school. Her mother called her mean names and never held her. The more I learned of this woman the more obvious it became to me that Luanna had been adopted by a witch. I wanted to hate her mother. I wanted to destroy her. But all I. Rachel had never ventured into this dark foreboding slum area and a wave of apprehension swept over her asMr. Crivelli drove still further on. Rachel suddenly realized that she may have made an error in judgment, here she was in a car driven by a man who was virtually a total stranger to her, driving to an undisclosed location to meet yet another unknown stranger. But it was too late to change her mind and she would have to see this game to its final conclusion. Rachel: “Er.. How far more do we. Her mom and sisters will be home tomorrow morning. All she could think about is if she will be allowed the pleasure of being used by him again or is it a one time thing. He had been reluctant to grant her this weekend of use, abuse and pleasure. She thought. I will never forget this weekend, the best weekend of my life, and I will cherish it forever. She sighed as she entered the den where Frank relaxed in his recliner sipping a beer. May I have a beer, Master? He smiled at her. Of course baby.