It may snow."We went to the car and drove north towards Connecticut. I said to Carol, "Sweetheart, do you trust me?" With my life, Mistress." Good, be...cause I would never do anything to harm you. But I fear that you are going to be a little upset today. We are going to meet with Mr. Barrington."As soon as I said it, she started to tremble. I pulled her close to me and said, "Don't worry. I promise that he won't hurt you ever again. Please believe me." I trust you, Mistress. But please don't be. I see an older man in his late to early fifties, medium build and well dressed. He approaches me and shakes my hand.“George, Dan Yarber,” he says. “President of Willow Academy. And this is Ian Stevens our Head Master and Principle,” he continues pointing to the other man. He is a short stocky looking man with short black hair and a well trimmed beard.“Let’s all sit down and eat,” grandma says bringing in the last of the food from the kitchen as we all sit down.As we are eating grandma chats. My god today was going to be a beautiful day.After breakfast Karen announced we've got to get dressed for the courts, then stared at mom saying "you promised, this is our tennis week" Mom just hung her head and agreed with her. Shortly after that Mom and Karen were dressed just like the other two and I realized that I had to get dressed. My thinking was a bit clouded at the time with knowing what was going on. So like a normal stupid teenager I decided to go sans underwear. I wore a long t. Pushing back against your hand and moaning into the sheets, I feel my juices starting to soak through and onto your hand. You start to slide my panties off, me lifting my legs one at a time so you can dispose of them easily. Coming up behind me, feeling the bed shift behind me as your knees push against the edge of the bed, your cock gently rubbing between my thighs, but not touching my pussy…teasing me further. Finally, you push your cock slowly into my virgin tight pussy, and I let out a long.