I knew that I lost my pussy pasty and saw that people were noticing that I was completely naked; though I pretended to be unaware of my nakedness. Als..., the sweat and pussy juices were freely flowing from between my legs. I was more forthcoming and dancing more freely than last evening.Like the main Samba schools, our group did not have dedicated security walking along with us. So people were asking me to give them poses and take pics of me. By the time we crossed the main stadium area, the. But apparently it worked around here.Finally, she reached her destination door and slid the other key on her ring into the lock. This one turned easier and opened the door into a warm, welcoming flat. The walls were at least bright in here, which always seemed to cheer her up after nights like these, but what cheered her up most of all was the prospect of the kettle sitting waiting for her in the kitchen. A hot drink, a good book and then bed. Fantastic.As she closed the door behind her,. Those last few weeks of school, final weeks of my manhood, were difficult. Inone aspect, they seemed to fly by all too quickly, as there just wasn'tenough time to get everything done; and on the other hand, they crawled bywith an agonizing slowness...every minute brought me closer to womanhood, butwas one more minute I had to spend as a male.At last, I was crossing the stage in my cap and gown, and saw my motherbeaming with pride in the audience. We had made plans to ride home together;I had. “Tell them that you quit.” He commanded and she obeyed.Soon the M/s relationship was carried on outside the bedroom. She was always naked in his presence and wearing his collar. He started making her sleep on a mat at the foot of His bed, chained to the bed. Kneeling at his feet, she felt complete and wanted. She was a 24/7 slave. She was His property.One night He had some friends over, keeping her nude during their visit. These were friends of His that she had met briefly before. But He always.