” she mused, “that’s something I hadn’t thought of. Beyond spending the weekend in bed with Steve — and what she’s really scared of is tha... he’ll walk out in disgust — there’s the fact that Friday night will be the very first date of her life!” She paused and then mused, “Boy! It looks like Liz, Tina and I will have to do some heavy-duty coaching on how to behave on a date...” Her speech had become slower and slower until she just stopped.“Good grief!” she exclaimed softly. “That’s going to be. I felt like such a tart, but knowing how horny I had made my neighbour, and how horny that had made me feel, in turn, I knew I had to stop, and start filming myself, to capture my big cum shot! So I started filming myself, like I had done so often before. All tarted up, smoking like a total fetish queen. I thought about my neighbour being left high and dry (well, probably high and VERY damp!), but I needed the money shot! I sat reclined on my sofa, wanking slowly, and smoking extra erotically,. By the time I arrived at grammar school I was big for my age, and well developed. I still had a lot of growing to do, but there was already more than enough there to keep Miss Goodhall overexcited. And wow! Did she make me pay for my premature nubility on each and every occasion that she caught me bending!The nature of the chastisement that Miss Goodhall dished out varied. The standard punishment was like this. Miss Goodhall would stand on your right hand side. She would then lift your dress. You don't think it will kill you, at the very least it would be highly counter-productive to send you to this world in a lethal transport, but the knowledge of this fails to override the primal instinct telling you that falls at this velocity are usually terminal.It still isn't wholly clear to you why you're here. Vague promises of a world in crisis were all that you were given before being unceremoniously flung through the space between spaces. Your employer (owner, maybe? The exact nature of.