"Here, hold this. We don't need much." With that, Master dragged me around the store, picking out items he would use to punish me. First was rope, ...o of course I was made to turn around and present my wrists, so that Master could see if it was enough to bind me. Then on to the paint department, where Master selected a paint stirring stick, bent me over, and tested it a few times on my thighs. Next were clothes pins, which Master placed briefly on my nipples through my shirt. The store was. It felt so free to be ordered without expectation of denial. As her tongue slowly gathered her sexual dew from the leather, Jeff reached out and pulled her hips around to the side, giving his hand better access to her. He softly caressed her ass as she displayed it high into the air. Slowly Jeff worked a finger through her moist lips and into her pussy, resting the heel of his hand on her ass. Veronica whimpered then moaned as he curled the finger through her, gathering the slick moisture. This time it was me who popped off in a second. I must have started screaming or moaning or something because one of them slapped me hard and told me to shut the fuck up. That slap only intensified my orgasm to the point where I sort of passed out. After a few minutes I sat up. The boys had all put shorts on but I sat there still nude, cum dripping from my face and oozing from my cunt. They had started hitting the bong again and one of them offered me a hit. I took the bong but Billy said “wipe. "Evie Blake, how do you know what's hot and what's not atyour age?" "The big guys said she was hot." What big guys?" The fourth graders!" I crossed my arms. "Well, those wolves would know what they're talkingabout, I suppose. Doesn't anyone at school think that Mantra is hot?" "I do!" put in Gus, now coming into our aisle. "Mantra's hotter thanContrary. And she sure doesn't look like anybody's mom!"~She looks like your mom, Junior~, I thought. I wondered why it was thatit bothered me that my.