The thing which got my attention though was she clearly went braless.Now normally my choice of woman would not have been as described but over a perio... of several weeks I became fixated with her. Her daily routine became almost a study course for me and I was fascinated with her body, the soft movements within the light cotton fabric of her clothes, the ample swell of her breasts and the tantalising glimpses of bare breast as she leant over. I became quite familiar with her through those. "The little slut claims to be a virgin!" My mistress yelled, "let's see for ourselves". Two strong hands grabbed my quivering legs, parting them as far as they'd go, this is when I realized what was happening. I pleaded with her, "please mistress, forgive me, I can't take this punishment mistress, please, you never told me there would be men here, please, I'm a virgin mistress, a virgin!". No response, just laughter, male laughter, from all around me. Footsteps approached, my hood was pulled. This time in my brand new Nike Air Max. $170 down the drain. I told Evan the first time this happened that it can't be a recurring thing. But for some reason he let his half pound yorkie shit on my lawn. Maybe I wasn't intimidting enough for him to respect my wishes. I wasn't the biggest guy in the world. 5 foot 8 on a good day, 180 pounds soaking wet and a low afro doesn't sound like the scariest guy in the world. " EVAN! EVAN! " I screamed walking towards his home. It was 7:21 AM and I. She kept reading the story and slowly started liking it. She unintentionally started linking the story with Harsh and herself. She read the entire story which was one of the hottest stories on ISS. After reading, she felt very horny and wanted to ease out her self. So she lowered the temperature of the AC in the room and took a blanket.She opened another story via the suggested links after the story. She inserted a hand inside her short (she wasn’t wearing panties), and started rubbing her.