Ariel giggled. “Wonder why it gets like this?” she thought out loud. “No idea. It get... like this when I think of your body.” Aaron blurted. “Really? That’s funny! But I wonder why it needs to be hard and long.” “You know...I think I know.” Aaron raised a finger. “I think its for insertion.” Ariel gave him a wry look. “Yea. In my mouth.” . "I better change before we eat," I told Diane. "I don't want to sit atyour dinner table like this and I don't want to get anything on this byaccident." Good idea," Diane headed for the door. "You can change in here, I'lltell Mom you are on the way." She closed the door as she left.I peeled off the clothes I was wearing and put my clothes back on. Iput the uniform back on its hanger and hung it in the closet. Icouldn't help but feel the material on a couple other things that werehanging in there. The silk was sliding off my left shoulder. It slipped off completely, exposing me. Body naked except for my panties. I tuned around, bent over, pressed my ass against the window. Running my hands over my legs as I stood back up.I glided to my left and picked up the ballgag. I showed it to him. To the window. To anyone who might be looking. Watching me. Watching me be a slutty brat. A naughty princess. Or just a little slut.I heard his voice over the speaker, “Put it on.”The ballgag. ‘You’re not like the other people they’ve sent round,’ I said as she pulled out onto the highway. She hadn’t watched me get into the car, merely taken the crutches and put them across the back seat. She shifted up a gear and glanced at me. ‘And you’re not like the other guys they send me to,’ she said. ‘Most of them move on from where you are, start to think a little, stuff like that. You always been stubborn?’ ‘You spend your whole life being told to stick to your guns, tough it out, stuff.