Revealing my stockings first, then the suspender straps and finally the knickers, to which were slightly moist. “That’s a very good little slave....�� My master now was rubbing the riding crop between my thighs brushing against my pussy. The feeling was so delicate but so intimate. I could help but sign as his rubbing became more intense my nipples were harder and my pussy was warm and wet. But I need to be punished. Looking at my master for a brief second his eyes stared right into me. “Get. ’ I wanted to ask, was afraid to ask. ‘Do you, uh, bark? I mean. . .’ I didn’t know how to say it. ‘Babe, I bark, howl, piss on myself if they want me to.’ Time was passing. Someone would wake up soon. ‘Look, I want to talk more to you about this. Can I call you?’ ‘You don’t have anything to offer me, girl. You want to talk to me, you know where to find me. Every weekend. And now, soon as I can walk again, I’m going to wake up one of the guys and get my day started right.’ I fled. I went. I am walking sortafunny because my leg isnt wrapped anymore. I see that Imstill walking funny but at least I'm free of that nasty wrapfor the day.I'm at the beach with my friends all oiled up and laying onthe beach. I have natually olive skin so for a blonde, I getreally tan. I am really proud of my tan in summer becauseI get black compared to other girls. So we are all headingto the car and then here in the parking lot is the coach! Hesays "Hi Girls". We all squeal and say "HiCoach Cutie" and. Still, she planned to visit them shortly before her school duties started because her sister had informed her by mail that she was expecting and she wanted to check on her welfare before she got immersed in the day-to-day challenges of teaching an entire school of youngsters eager to get their education.She confided in out on the porch under the glowing light of the desert moon that she had once thought to get married as well but that her "beau" was cut down by a dreadful flu that took other.