''Bend over my love.' Glancing over her shoulder, nodding silently, as she bends over the couch, her short skirt revealing a hint of what lays beneath...As the Master slowly rises, reaching for His oak paddle, she shudders in anticipation, knowing what she's about to receive in return for her indiscretion.Breathing a little heavier, her heart begins to race, the sound of blood coursing in her ears as she hears her Master approach, one slow, deliberate step at a time. Every second seeming an. After I have eaten her dried vaginal juices I start to lick the gusset to make the leftovers slimy again I can really taste her now and smell the distinct odour of girl pee which drives me almost over the edge. I want to orgasm but I must return downstairs to the forbidden fruit which is hiding behind those white panties.As I walk into the lounge she is still lying there on the floor but her nightshirt has ridden up very slightly and I can now see the outline of her labia! God I wish I could. When the new boy, Terence Patrick Monahan, turned out to be a loner, too, they began to notice each other and gradually came to be close friends. It helped her a lot at a time when she felt she had nothing left.When the twelve-year-old Terry had been made responsible for the greenhouse at the orphanage, due to his precocious knowledge and talent with growing things, Pal had sneaked into the glass palace to keep him company on many occasions, risking severe punishment to share a few minutes with. He took a deep breath and stood up. His legs were almost trembling as he walked over and stopped behind her. There was a moment of indecision as he thought of the consequences of what he was about to do. Then he placed his hands on the counter on either side of her, leaning close. He felt her tense but was relieved that she didn't move away or worse, slap him. He leaned in close and could smell her; there was a hint of perfume but also an earthy smell of her sweat, which made his head.