That was his problem. He didn’t have to drink all those beers I’d given him.I felt amazing.I took my shower and got ready. I made sure my ...egs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hairs weren’t too long. I thought about shaving it, but I wasn’t a schoolgirl trollop. I was a mature woman. A sexy teacher.I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut,. But I suppose you got there in the end."And Frederica saw a tear trickle down that bruised and damaged face out of one of those almost closed and blackened eyes. Poor Francine! She had just been through hell for the honour and financial salvation of her Mistress and this was all the thanks she got. She could have been killed out there by the mighty Augusta. The brave Warrior Slave deserved better thanks than this.Lady Fortescue saw the anger in Frederica's face and the pain in Francine's and. " C'mon, Pam, you know I–“ she stammered, unable to go on."Know what?" Pam interrupted as Julie looked pained."You know," Julie squirmed, careful not to say it."You're supposed to be a stud today, a faggot," Pam said, reminding her, putting it into words."I know--" Well faggots suck cocks, right?"Julie blushed, the situation excruciating for her. She was in a real bind and she knew it. She didn't want to protest that she was dyke and couldn't have anything to do with a cock, because that would. ‘I don’t fucking know! Can we please go back the way we came? We can take the bus back to my house.’ Sage ignored her sister’s request. She took slow steps backwards, looking everywhere. Some one was watching them. She could feel eyes on her. More than one pair. The adrenaline in her blood kicked up double time, and a smile spread on her lips. She needed this. Arguing with her sister had only made the numbness spread wider and go deeper. She needed to feel this. She needed this excitement. .