Jenny Knox loved Wednesdays.The day had begun more sedately. By the time the first bell rang, Jenny had been up for hours. Her mornings were full, but...she rose early to make sure they weren’t rushed. She always took ten minutes to simply sit at the kitchen window, watch the morning sky, and bathe in the quiet before heading to the bustle of the school day. For these few minutes, she tried to empty her mind and be truly still, but on a Wednesday, it was hard to keep from looking forward to the. "I almost bought a Beetle convertible this morning. It was a 2006, pretty decent condition and a fair price," she blurted out. "But someone scooped it just before I was going to put an offer on it," she said with a pouty face."That's too bad," I said, attempting a consoling tone. "I had a Beetle years ago and I loved that car. Didn't have much power. In a strong head wind, I couldn't get over forty miles an hour in it!" What's that in kilometres?" she said, and I instantly realized that I was. The customers however were not allowed to cum inside me but were instructed to cum in a doggy-dish. After six or seven hours of continuous ass-**** you un-cuff my wrists and allow me to crawl around on my hands and knees before commanding me to lap up all the cum from the doggy-bowl. You film all of this and post it on our porn site. This is how we finance our sick and twisted domination of my body. Sometimes you tie my hands above my head to the point where I am forced to stand on my tippy. But me? Oh, I was fine. I spoke slowly, more carefully than I usually did, but that was all. Aside from the good-time buzz, of course.And any way, the party had ended. I had thought we would go on until dawn, but they were too impatient, unable to pace themselves. Well, I supposed they were young. I was always careful when I drank, priding myself on my self-control in all areas of my life. I'd never had a hangover, but from the sore and shabby state of my friends that night, I knew more than a.