I was thinking about sex with every conversation. I was starving once again. The hunger was building deeply in the pit of my stomach. It was boiling o...er again. I wanted to feel a large cock deep in my pussy. I wanted that vibrator on my clit. I wanted to blast off to the moon. Thank God class was over. I ran home as fast as possible to blow my load. I drove home excited, ever stop light, every car in front of me drove me insane. I started grinding my thighs together in the car and I found a. .I promise this will be the last time.I'm gonna clean up and stop getting into trouble. I can't go toRichmond," (the name of the reform school), "I won't last a week there."Garrity chuckled. "You'd be alright there. It's not as bad as they say.True, you might get beaten up once in a while and have your food stolen,but you're a tough kid. Right?"I shook my head. "I'm not tough. Just stupid. I admit it. I do thingscause I get bored. Maybe I could go to a private school or something -"Garrity cut. .. I won't be late." I heard you chuckling on the other end of the line. "Now I have to go and you need to go to bed. Have sweet dreams, my little slut, and I will see you Saturday." "Yes, Master. Good night and you have good dreams, too. I love you, Master," I said, disappointed we couldn't talk more but grateful for the time I got. "I love you, too, slut. Good night," and you hung up the phone. Finally Saturday arrived, and I bounced out of bed bright and early wanting to get everything done. . nothing. Melissa is not here, Cassie, if you're looking for her." No, I'm not. In fact, I'd rather she not be here. I need to talk to you about her. About ... what she wants."A small gasp escaped Debby's lips. The doorknob rattled as she quivered."Mrs. Radson ... I-I know about the terrible things Melissa is doing to you. I can't tell you any more out here in the open. Please let me come in."Debby gave Cassie a stricken look. "Melissa sent you..." No, Mrs. Radson, she didn't. Please, believe.