Do you like him?... Don’t worry I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.” “Uh, yeah I guess I like him, but don’t tell him that I want hi... to be brave enough to ask me out himself.”“Ok. I won’t.” Then Percy comes back.When we get to the track Percy suggests that we race one lap,“You know that the 400 (one lap) is my best race right?”“I don’t really care, I think I can beat you.”“Good luck with that.”Emily stands a little in front of us and counts down, “On your mark, get set, GO!” I spring out. Growing up so close to nature, sex had never been a mystery. Swimming holes had answered a lot of questions since bathing suits were a luxury. Most kids learned about screwing by copying some older kids doing it after skinnydipping or in the barn. School classes were very small so by the time you graduated, if you did, you had likely fucked most of the available and reasonably attractive opposite sex. Hattie and Slim's nearest neighbors were about five miles down the road and they would get. “It’s okay, Anna, You are safe now.” Taking her hand and trapping it against my cheek, I smiled and whispered:“Thank you.”Waiting for me to release her, Laura just looked at me and smiled. The little creases at the edge of her dark brown eyes becoming a little more prominent. I also noticed the tiny ‘c’ shapes at either end of her mouth. She was beautiful. I let go of her hand and she wet the cloth again. Lathering some lavender scented soap into it she began to wash my bruised and battered. Some of the welts had oozed blood through the skin, particularly behind the knee. You couldn't see much around the pussy. It was the lighting I think. Pity. All you could see was the stripe up to the butt plug and another just on the side.Everyone was effected. David challenged one of the other masters to a duel—lashes on pussy. They tied me and Sarah side by side, chose identical floggers and took one full minute warming us up. Shit. Then it was a race. My biggest problem was holding on til.