.. almost. “Mmmmm, I think I’ll skip them, huh?”Arriving home, closing the front door and locking it behind her, Abby could not wait to get upst...irs. They had not had time to shower off after swimming, Kaylie’s mom had forgotten about an errand she had to run after dropping Abby home. Besides, she had enough time with textiles for one day. (She had read about the term, textiles, referring to having to wear clothing, rather than being naked ... on one of the naturist sites ... she had rather. For one bizarre and irrational moment, you imagine yourself on the way to Hogwarts or some other school of juvenile literature.Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its protective envelope. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welcomes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’. ...ohhhhhh yes right there girls , right there ''leaving our pouch and teasing our plugged ass buzzing , pushing it down over the pantymoaning and sucking loosing controlboth help ass up on the back seat Miss Cassandra looking at the black horny guy pound our lil cunt ass in turnunpluged in turn and replacing it with his big juicy cockmoaning side by side daddy turning our face helping us kiss and watch the other moan becoming 2 little fuck holes who just wants moreMiss Cassandra having way too. His idea of training was to backhand me when I did something he disliked, or restrain me and use the various toys and devices that he has in the playroom he held me captive in to torture me into submission. He made it clear that there was no option other than to submit completely and accept him, that my former master, Master L has made no moves to reclaim me from him, though I had hoped he would have at least tried somehow. This is the second week I have been here, and time is starting to shift.