The lights of the dance studio came to life. I wasn’t being rationale, I know that, but I also knew, she was the only one in the studio, there was ...o class, just her. Maybe she was a teacher getting in a post church practice? I’d never seen her before, never.I moved slowly past the front window. The lights were on, but there was nobody in the studio yet. I knew she must be changing so I snuck around the back of the building. My head was pounding and my ears were ringing. If I’d have. Hesitantly I started to laugh a bit, but then felt a bit more relaxedand laughed with Marjorie. Her mom shook her head and went out of theroom, closing the door behind her. We continued laughing for a fewmoments more, till Marjorie lifted the plate to me. "Cookie?"I accepted it and it was delicious. "These are good." I commented."Mom is the best at these. So, what embarrassing moments did you havealready?" Marjorie asked straight out to me.I winced, thinking about the malls. "Mom took me to a. Suki lifts a set of keys from her bag."Hard work, isn't it?" she says. "That's what comes of having a higherfat-to-muscle ratio. Men have their uses, even in this day and age." How very liberated of you," I sniff."Oh, and from this moment on I'll be calling you 'Ruth'. As far as you orI, or indeed anyone we meet is concerned, that's who you are. Now run acomb through your hair before we set off, there's a good girl."I clench my fists, then leap into action. Something inside me has snapped,and. In it, she held her aunt's marital aid... better known as a vibrator.'Oh God, she's been poking through my damned stuff!' Denise cursed silently, a deep crimson blush of embarrassment flushing from her face to her large breasts."I believe Neesie has been a very nasty little girl, hasn't she?" April asked, grinning at her aunt's embarrassment."Yes, Mistress," Denise answered in shame. It was now very easy to think of the young girl as her Mistress. In just hours she had been so thoroughly.