Now I wait. The river courses through drowsy with fatigue. On both the riverbanks a stretch of sand lies before the glade begins. A pair of leaves pla... around without a care in the dust. Two moths wheel around my head, a couple of wolves slink by the periphery of my vision. Why am I alone? Where is my mate?…….The diamonds that adorn the tresses of the night twinkle above – this is in contrast with the frustration which creeps like a vine around my heart. Though I stay calm outside, demons. My long auburn hair was like fire and my skin was like milk. My 34DD's was not the biggest pair of tit's for my age. But if you were a 21 year old single waitress from England you would think 38GG's were tiny.I Heard a dark chuckled from behind me and turned sharply and saw nothing. I wiped my forehead, setting my path from the bathroom to the bed. I turned the light out and sprinted to my bed. But I stopped. Something grabbed hold of my and pinned me to my bed. I wiggled left to right and. I would blush the entire time knowing that had I not done it as you asked the next time would be equally if not more embarrassing. Often we sat late at night with my hair splayed across your lap as we watched a movie, your voice coming across almost teasingly "Why do you worry about what people think? I love you as you are and so should you." I always brushed the question off with light humor.This was one of those nights when my disobedience earlier earned me swift and stern punishment. You had. I proceeded with what was now routine; I pulled my jeans down and exposed my slutty new underwear. She raised her eyebrows a bit and joked that I was a 'naughty girl'. That alone turned me on more than I can express. As promised, she stood up, peeled her black leggings down to mid thigh and pulled up her sweater so I could clearly see her red thong. she even did a spin so I got the full picture. My jaw dropped right open, which she obviously noticed."What? oh, have you never seen a thong.