She said she wanted to but was afraid it wasn't going to feel good for him compared to what Stacy did. She asked me if Stacy was any good. When I told...her that she honestly was, that didn't make her feel better. I tried to reassure her that it wouldn't matter to Oliver. I wished I had just told her Stacy was terrible but I doubt she would have believed me anyways. She started crying and asked "what if I'm no good at it and he breaks up with me for someone better?" I told her if that happened. "OK. Then I'll be here at, say 9 am? Is that ok?"Again I nodded my head."OK. Then, oh, before I forget. This is for you." He gave me a small box,turned around and left in a hurry.I was too stunned for moment to react. "Thank you, Martin," I yelledafter him.I went inside the house before looking into the box. There was quite abeautiful small ladies watch inside, which fit perfectly around my wrist.I didn't even have to wind it, or take care of the battery, as it was oneof those automatic. She could tell already that her mother was going to launch into one of her "get-out-and-meet-some-boys" lectures. It always started the same way, with Stella telling her about this or that boy whom she had met recently. Then she'd go on about how nice he would look with Jackie, and how fantastic young men could make you feel. Recently -- especially since her father had left them -- Jackie's mother would even hint about sex, and intercourse! It made the poor teenager wince!Stella sensed her. The dominant female gazed at her, looking her over and in an instant, she snapped her fingers. Almost as if possessed by that snap, Celina dropped to her knees and knelt at Mistress D's feet. She let out a cackling laugh and said, "Well, quite the submissive bitch, aren't you?" Yes Mistress," said Celina in a soft tone."And who told you to speak slut?" the Mistress bellowed as she grabbed Celina by her hair, jerking her head back. Celina winced but keeps quiet. Mistress D released her grip and.