? Wiggling her arse back and forth and listeningfor the girl?s moans spilling forth from behind the ball gag and the firmcushion of her arse.? Lifting...up shereaches back to unbuckle the ball gag and hears the blonde gasp for air beforeshe sinks back onto the girl?s face and trapping her nose and mouth in thevalley between her buttocks.. The Mistressstands there, bent over with her arse mashed to the blonde subs face, archingher back and letting her head roll back as she feels the other girl?s. Her little finger was twitching spasmodically. As she was moving her fingers, the pain exploded. It shot up her forearm, toward her shoulder."Oh, that's not good" Rachel whispered to herself.Then she saw a bruise just below her left elbow, and a second later, a slight, but nasty looking bent."We will get you out here in a minute," the man said worriedly."My arm is broken," Rachel announced.The man pulled the door harder. It didn't even budge. Rachel looked down to see if the cast was damaged.. Took a while, though." What'd you do? What're you talking about?" He was still trying to get traction on what we were talking about."Don't you remember? It was a Friday, and I met you guys outside middle school at dismissal time so I could see this girl she was worried about," I explained to him patiently."Oh, I remember now, I think." You must! Remember how the guy that picked her up after school drove past all those stopped school buses?" I asked. I looked at her. "You told us he did the same. " You probably can," Andy interrupted."Well, yes," Regan agreed with a giggle. "But that doesn't make me a very nice person. I do not want to be one of those spoiled rich kids with her own reality show. I do not want to see pictures of me stumbling from bar to bar with my ass hanging out on the Internet. I do not want to let other trust fund idiots grope me because their Daddy has almost as much money as my Mommy. I want to be better than that. I want to be the sort of woman that deserves a man.