One of the agents grabbed the edge of the duct tape and began unravelling it, painfully separating Violet’s hair from the sticky tape. The pain of t...at, however, was barely noticeable. The saliva-drenched handkerchief dropped out of Violet’s mouth, and the schoolgirl dared gingerly bring her hands up to her breasts, massaging them in a desperate hope to dissipate the pain.?You will now kiss the whip,? instructed the Headmaster, holding the coiled bullwhip a few inches from Violet’s face. Violet. ...until Joyce.I don't think he wanted her because she was a diamond in the rough whomight be beautiful with a little work. Oh, she was that, but that wasn'twhy he wanted her. He wanted her precisely because she didn't want him.Joyce was always very reserved around Lance, and that night at GooseHollow was no exception. Lance saw her standing there in the dark,deserted by her friends who had gone off to party, and made his move. Hehad been drinking heavily, and he actually staggered over to her. I was thoroughly loving this but I needed to get out of the shower. My legs didn't want to hold me up anymore and it was cramped in here. I wanted the freedom to spread out and give them full access to my body.I convinced them to let go of me for a moment while we stepped out of the shower. I towelled off very quickly and led them to my room. I walked as sexily as I could, they already had me feeling like a sex goddess and they followed in my wake looking like a pair of hungry wolves. It gave. He said that sounded great, we all got some clothes back on and we headed out. When we got to the house, I told them that I would make some of my world famous mojitos and for them to enjoy the pool. I also told them that it was not a textile pool. They both giggled and I watched them walk out to the pool and take their clothes off. I made sure to take extra time making the mojitos to give them more time to get comfortable with each other. When I finally went out there with our drinks, Traci was.