Annabelle's Slave Academy for Girls. My name is Miss Annabelle, and you will address me as such. For each of you, your parents have enrolled you, for ...whatever reason, and we believe in sticking to our guns. By the time you leave this school, each of you will be a slave, willing and able to do anything you are told. While you are here, you will follow strict rules to help you in your advancement, but that doesn't mean you can't have fun as well. We welcome it. The more you enjoy your training,. There it was done, and we had 8 pairs of Legacy panty hose coming to us for free! Sometimes I marvel in my genius, I really do. Let me tell you something, Laura did as well. That night she took me and gave me a night of lust I will long forget. She was overcome with lust and boy can her petite 5' 0" body can be forceful when it wants to be. She pushed me down on the bed and climbed up over me. Her body straddled me as she bent down and kisses me then bit my neck, hard! Her lips continued down. If I were to feel bad about this it would have to be later. Right now I was in heaven. His fingers found my clit and started a steady, slow circular motion. My hips rotated with it, making little circles in response to his touch as my legs started a small up and down motion as if they were not able to sustain my weight. In short, my whole body was in a constant motion in reaction to his mouth and hand. In the past, it was always right about now that all my sensations were doused. David always. Her breasts was so large they was facinatin’ to play with and look at. She didn’t have a blue vein anywhere to be seen, not a single solitary stretch mark and nairly a dark hair or mole on her lilly white skin. Quite honestly my Mama had the most perfect set of knockers in the world! I laughed at the irony that she was completely out of her freakin’ mind and that bein’ the case there won’t not a man alive that would ever enjoy these breasts. I felt a little sad to be completely honest with you..