I can’t help that I’ve had some very unladylike images of me and Kurt. Me being the ringleader. Kurt sitting back and letting me have my way with ...im. I picked the perfect pair of panties to wear under my skirt in case he winds up seeing them. They are black and soft to caress. He’s going to want to touch them, to rip them off me or pull them aside… My blood is hot thinking about him lifting my red skirt and exposing my thighs. My blood is hot thinking about him getting a hard-on from gazing at. And you will call me MistressKim from now on!" she taunted, then she started training him. First sheshowed him how to curtsy and then made him try again and again until hecould do it as well as she could. Whenever he made a mistake she wouldswat his bottom with her wooden hairbrush, just to help him do it right.After Kim had him sitting so that his panties didn't show she made himkneel in front of her. She had plans on making him do what she hadn'tbeen able to get any of her boyfriends to do.. Then he moved closer and put his arm around me. I knew I could stop him by acting cold, but I didn’t even feel a shred of ambivalence: this was what I wanted, to get fucked tonight. Soon he was massaging my nipple through my shirt. Soon our shirts were off and we were kissing on the couch.A few minutes later, we moved to the bedroom. I sucked him a bit, and he returned the favor, but it was pretty clear – both from the moves we were making and the memory of our last encounter – just what he and. She was unusual. Back then my Japanese sucked, so for one thing, she was fluent in English. And very conversational, with a lovely dramatic flair about her. ‘She was one of the few Purification Temple girls who was also clearly a young kinkster. Though I was still surprised that she came back. I always am. But back then especially. ‘But rumors hadn’t had time to really get around back then. And certainly public information was scant. So especially then, women joining the Choto Temple often.