Kempel was very strict with her dress code. She didn’t have to wear a uniform per se, but she had to wear skirts with no patterns. The colour should...be subdued and the skirt should end below her knees. On top, she could wear anything that didn’t have a pattern and didn’t show off cleavage or her bare arms. Her hair had to be neat and never hang on her shoulders. Her makeup had to be subdued and no bright colours were allowed.One day she had used a new lipstick and when Mr. Kempel had seen her. Hot metal, and a hint of leather. I'm starting to sweat - more from the anticipation than the heat, when I feel my tail being moved up out of the way. A pair of calloused, very male hands, take my hips in a firm grasp. "Head down." Mistress commands. Neither of us breathe for a moment. The pain is exquisite. I cry out in that moment of raw sensation, feeling every nerve ending opening. My entire body tenses in a single breath and my teeth clench down upon the bit. I. "Thanks. We'd have never found it without Daddy Ed's help," William said."No one knows Arizona better than Daddy Ed," John answered still watching the mouse. The fight for life always amazed him.Seeing what his brother was watching, William asked, "How goes your work?" Susan and I get to travel the world looking at exotic plants and animals. We've gotten a couple of species put on the endangered species list. It is a hard fight sometimes, but I can't imagine doing anything else with my life,". Little did she know what was in store for her. I rented a cabin for the weekend on the lake and went up earlier and setup a video camera in a hiding place where I could capture all the action. Everything was set.The wild/wet weekend came and me and Lisa went up to the cabin for a quite weekend alone, yeah, really. She was going to get the fucking she had dreamed about by all of those black studs, I couldn’t wait. Andrew and I had agreed that it was best to wait till Saturday night and that.