The next week at school, we learned more about a woman's genitals. I was relieved to learn about a girl's hymen, and it explained why I had bled. What...I had done was perfectly normal.At home, I did more experimenting. Fortunately, I had bought more than one banana. By the end of the week, I got up the nerve to get the whole thing inside me. It amazed me that the whole thing fit. Once I took a green almost ripe banana and peeled it. It was an experiment to find out what it felt like. Well, it. . Ohh!?A quick second flick of the crop, the suddenness even surprising me, Jo’s unexpected grunts are even louder, this time almost unacceptable. Then again, it was somewhat of a surprise, not in the time frame expected. Glancing toward the crop, toward the Dom’s shrug of an expression, maybe she flogs both breasts in close order during her discipline sessions I think to myself. Oh, well. Again glancing toward Jo’s swaying breasts, fresh red welts crisscrossing the flattened nipples; I tug. She was a little disappointed, I was to, if I'm honest. I'd always wanted to see a girl fuck someone after me and then fuck her again when they've finished. Don't know why, I guess it's just dirty, which is good enough for me. Not as dissapppointed as the group of lads, stood in the cold. Poor bastards had hoped to get involved, they hadn't even got to cum. One approached the car, He didn't want to impose, but as there's no one else female here tonight he wondered if we were putting on another. Though they were strict, our overseers were not unnecessarily cruel. The treatment I had suffered my first night was a ritual debasement imposed on every new slave girl, intended primarily to instruct her in her status and motivate her to be pleasing; they were sufficiently confident in its effectiveness that they saw no need to subject me to further abuse, but preferred to let their newest asset restore her strength and desirability.Some of the other girls introduced themselves to me. Besides.