The day she had followed Whale into the shower room demanding to know where his book Report on Moby Dick was so that she could review it for content w...s the day she realized none of these boys recognized her as a girl.Eighteen teen-age boys in an open shower room and there among them one four foot eleven undeveloped girl who was acting more like a nagging nanny than a high school girl in an awkward situation. The other eight players were in the training room being iced down or having sprains. I barely said a word before dragging Samantha into the haven of femininity. She was clearly a bit overawed, but that was okay; that’s what I was there for. The girl in the shop was wonderful and with a bit of effort on both sides we largely overcame any language barrier. Samantha was clearly unfamiliar with, and quite thrown by, the concept of being helped into a bra by an assistant. But actually it’s the same from Marks & Sparks to the Champs Elysee - you just stare straight ahead and lean. I went out to Mistress and asked if there wasanything else she desired of me."Just walk those dogs! Now, girl!"All during my walk I endured the stares of people leaving for work at 7am, somekids leaving early for school. I resolved to do my best feminine walk, withcorrect posture, shorter steps, a little sway in my hips, but I couldn't reallytell how I looked. I felt small. I saw Madam waiting for me when I got back."You looked so cute, walking the dogs and swinging your booty. I think I. Then, I paused to study her swollen purple lips and shiny clit before I buried my face there. I went to lickin and lovin all over her wet snatch. Katherine moved me around until my dick was pointed right into the valley of her chest. Then I felt two warm pillowy breasts press into each side of my cock. The slime trail of pre-cum leaking my knob mixed with the saliva still clinging to my dick, made it slick enough for me to fuck my rod down into her big brown udders. Miss Jackson mashed her.