She would pretend to be just as obsessed with guys as the rest of us at our all girls school. But she wasn’t. Three weeks into my freshman year she ...rote me a note during science class. ‘I have to tell you something.’ I wrote back ‘Tell me what?’ ‘Promise you wont freak out’ she said. ‘Ya just tell me’ ‘I think I’m a lesbian.’ I failed to reply to her. The weeks went by and I tried to avoid her ,but it wasn’t that I was disgusted, I just didn’t know what to think. I was still her friend and. We’re here, doll. Grab your bag and we’ll check in. We’ll get farther tomorrow.” She met me at the front of the truck and I put my arm around her shoulder, hugging her to me, and walking into the hotel.We checked in and went up to the room. It was actually a suite, so if Kim wanted, she could sleep on the sofa. It might even be a pull out. I hated sofas and sleepers, and it wasn’t going to be me. Not that I was being a jerk, but a 14-year-old girl at four eleven and ninety-five, maybe only. As I turned the rusty knob on the wooden door at the top of the stairs I felt the vibes in my holes go on to full speed and moaned wishing that the remote vibrators were out of range – as it would be hard to stave of an orgasm as it was. The door opened and standing looking at his watch was a fat, short and balding white man - “Welcome slut. I have been waiting for you”. Part three – the letter...Mr Smith took his time reading the letter the slut brought in with her from her Master. He. The drinks arrived and we continued conversing, with Brandi still doing most of the talking. Brandi and Ammon put their drinks down real fast and Ammon ordered another round.I turned down his offer and said, “Folks, I am real tired and need to get a little sleep, you two go ahead and continue your conversation.” I pulled my sun glasses out of my traveling bag, so my eyes could not be seen. I wanted to see what Ammon had on his mind. Ammon had his back to me and was facing Brandi. Brandi looked.