"Life is hard. Ballet is life," Miss Schorer barked at the fallengirl."I'm sorry," Laura replied."You are weak," Miss Schorer retorted as she waved h...r walking stick infront of the heavyset girl."I'm not weak," Laura whined."You are weak. You children complain that everything is too hard.Nothing that is worth doing is easy. I promise you this, things aregoing to be hard here, and they're going to be hard the rest of yourlife. When things are hard, you never give up, otherwise you may aswell. Justine was eating pussy like a starving woman, Darla was getting the benefits of her licking tongue, while Shawna was licking at her asshole, plunging a blue vibe into that selfsame asshole. All three girls were having a blast. Justine’s tiny body didn’t seem capable of taking such a ravaging, but her voice screamed out ‘More, you fucking bitches, give me more! God, Shawna, fuck me, fuck me with that toy, use your tongue, DON’T STOP BITCH!’ Tori knew she had to leave or she’d have an orgasm on. I made Carrie lie on her front, she was still fully clothed (apart from our shoes as we left them at the door). I started playing with her legs through her tights. Her legs felt amazing. I massaged the back of her calves, stroking them up and down but never quite getting to the back of her knees. Carrie loved the back of her knees being played with, it made her pussy twitch. She felt my hands around her ankles and felt me move my hands up to the top of the back of her calves for what feels like. . we were really good friends for a couple of years. Then I graduated. She got married... I got married. I thought it would be best if we... This was all a long time ago." Mom, I understand that sometimes we do things we don't want to for lots of reasons, because we think it's what we are supposed to do, or what we are expected to do, or think we need to do"Mom was on the verge of tears. I could see that the shame and the guilt of years of living a lie had taken a toll on her. I wanted to tell.