. if she could allow someone to have such complete control over her. The idea of being a submissive was not a new one to Jenny. She had fantasized and...thought about it many times - often when reading one of Jonathan's stories. She had visited the BDSM Forums and even sat in the Lush Basement where BDSM'ers go to chat and play. She found it exciting and quite a turn-on to watch the interactions between Masters and their subs. She thought about trying it more than once, but she felt she didn't. She took a few sips of drink. I could see her from the side and her breast was visible clearly.She had a nice figure like Komal but a bit dark skin tone. So she was looking more erotic in the pale light. I continued watching her maybe because she was the only one in the room whom I had a bit of trust now. She put the drink and then wear a bra type top. I was not a regular bra. It seemed like a bra which girls wear in gyms or in jogging. And lower she had the same panty. I was sitting very close. Aboriginality. Gramps lent me four of hers.”“So, you’re have a hard time at school.” Patrick remarked after dinner.“Not hard. I’m the ‘other’ to them.”“You’re not supposed to understand that.”“Nor your being a python nor me an eagle.”“Hmmm. Do you fight?”“No. Pushing in the hallway, but no real fighting.”“Do you retaliate?”“Not worth it. But I have a plan. A Pitjantjara plan.”“Can you explain to me?”“Sure. I’m gong to point the bone at them.”“You’re not serious!”“Sort of. I don’t know the. “What?” I said. “Nothing.” “We’re going to play video games. You want to come?” “No, no.” She shook her head. This was strange. Edie is shy and withdrawn and awkward, but right then I got the idea she knew something I didn’t. What it could be, I wasn’t sure. I eyed her thoughtfully, and she started turning red. Sandy came back into the room, and she moved away. I stared after her. “What is it?” “Nothing.” “What’s with you and Brett?” “What do you mean?” “He’s been acting funny around.