Standing up I look at myself in the mirror,checking how I look one last time before he shows. My long blonde hair down and slightly curled at the ends..., he loves my hair down and I want to make him happy. Turning aroundto catch a glimpse at my ass in the little black boy shorts, loving how my butt looks in them and thinking they look great with the corset. Turning to face the mirror again I think tomyself how I actually look sexy and not my normal "girl next door" self, at all. Grinning some of. The other reflection on cleanliness was how clean my penis was after penetrating Tracy anally. I suppose I had assumed that anal sex was unclean but I discovered an intense ten or twenty minutes of my sliding in and out just left us with a well oiled penis to play with in other ways. This was possibly from the oils we used. I will never know. What I do know is that we would take considerable time to begin anal sex, starting with gentle nudging of my penis against her anus. I would not. The door opened and she was standing there, waiting for me, nowwearing a green apron and holding a black leather whip. Taking the whipin her right hand, she pointed it towards her feet, and I obeyed her in kneeling down just before her, but dared not press a kiss to the tips of her sandals. She asked why I was still dressed and, when I wanted to answer, threwthe whip on my back and told me to keep quiet; the blow did not hurt me, for I was still protected by my clothes. She then ordered me to. We would be traveling about 270 miles in little under four and a half hours. I had a lot on my mind and the long drive would allow me time to sort it all out. Here I was, driving cross-country, with a seventeen year-old boy. A young man almost ten years younger than me, and yet I was beginning to have feelings for him. He was nothing like anyone I'd ever met before. He was sweet, kind, gentle and exceptionally smart. Naïve to the ways of the real world, his life had been centered on school.But.