" Christy, if you don't want me seeing you in the nude, that's fine," I said reassuringly, "You never have to go through that again." You're okay with...not seeing me nude?" Christy asked softly."If you don't want to be naked in front of me, then you don't have to be!" I said in a positive tone, "If you'd prefer not to be naked in front of me, that's fine, Christy." I'd prefer not to be," she said apologetically, "I don't want to feel like I did last week and again today," she replied, "I'm. The girl broke down, sobbing against my chest. I place my arms around her, holding on for dear life. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, but the sun had set when we broke our embrace."God I'm hungry," the girl said as we separated.I took her hand, "Come on, there's an excellent place for chowder just down the road."We found a table at the back of the restaurant and finally got around to introductions. Her name was Sally and she was barely twenty years old. Paul was her highschool. Sissy had protested at first and begged to be exempted from this requirement, but had nonetheless dutifully complied. Of course, the humiliation had served as a powerful turn-on for the cock-mad slut, and every day since, without any instigation from me, Helmut had enjoyed unloading his long, slimy dog-cock into a talented teen throat.Even now, the big German Shepherd lay curled up in the corner of the room, watching us dolefully with liquid brown eyes, a sedate repose that could only mean that. " I followMistress Garcia through a door and now I am in a restricted hallway,staff only. She takes me into a teacher's locker room and tells me tostrip. Throw the leotard and gear into that hamper, that's where my gymstuff goes, the school maids can sort it out."She throws off her clothes as well. Mistress Garcia is built like arock. Her abs are truly washer boards and her biceps bulge. Her body isadorned with tattoos. Across her back is women's leather boot stamping ona male's genitalia,.