"I had to laugh when she said that. "Mistress, I didn't realize I was saying that out loud. I was just wondering if you used it since you are a virgin... I couldn't figure out how you got it in your pussy without popping your cherry. I know it is still there, I have felt it with my tongue."Mistress laughed and said, "I know you have. I felt your tongue touch my hymen and it did hurt some. Now enough talking. Get the cock in your cunt. I want you horny for what you'll be doing later." May I ask. M. She was placed in a wheelchair and was briefly examined by a sleepy doctor. He mumbled something, and then took her to the X-ray room. Some time later, she was wheeled out. “You better go now, or you will be late for work,” she said and winked at me. “I would rather stay with you.” “Sam, I am a big girl. We can meet later.” “What’s the problem?” I asked and looked down at her ankle. “It’s not clear yet, but I think I will live.” I kissed her temple, then turned around and made my way. “A red dress, with black heels” was her response. She always kept it reserved at first. Sober, her conscience always kept her from misbehaving. It was only after a handful of shots that she gave into my will. Only after I spent time laying the groundwork, making sure her panties were wet that she allowed for her morals to bend and for her lust to seize her.I can only imagine on that night what she looked like; her long, jet-black hair running down to her form fitting dress. Her pert, seductive. He had dressed her emaculantly in the little cheerleader outfit. He had her sat on a stool, propped up against the wall. He had no perfume handy, but in order to keep her smelling fresh, her body was mildly caked in after-shave lotion. In his desk drawer was a rubber-band, which was used to pull her blonde mane into a pony-tail. Underneath the girls feet was a tiny amount of blondeish hair. That's right, John had shaved her bare. He had always imagined them being. "Ok you're about ready for.