“As I said;” I continue, “Betsy was my best friend. I just turned thirteen and she was thirteen for a few months already. Everyone else in our s...mall group was already fourteen. I’m sure by that time I was the only virgin.”“Poor baby.”I shush her and Amy feigns hurt but doesn’t retort so I continue; “Everyday after school she and I rode the same school bus so I would just stay on, getting off at her house so that we had that hour to hang out before we’d catch the base bus to head over to the. Again it was difficultwithout the use of my bound hands but I managed to do everything with mytongue. I had worn these bra and panties since I began my slavery but they hadnever been washed so I had to lick clean months of filth from my own body. Mymaster sat on his bed watching me throughout. After working on my dirty pantiesfor a long time my tongue and mouth became very sore. I desperately wanted a drinkas I was now very thirsty but I dared not ask for one. I looked up at my. ’ Shelly sublimated her anger for later. ‘Oh, goody. I wanna be your girl.’ ‘And I wanna be yours,’ Shelly answered. ‘Now let me open the door and we’ll go home, ‘kay?’ ”Kay. Do we need to tell Steph, ‘bye’?’ ‘Who’s Steph?’ They navigated the doorway and began the short journey down the hall. ‘Steph? Who’s Steph?’ Barb sounded confused. ‘I said, ‘Stace’. Do we need to say ‘bye’ to Stace?’ ‘No, it’s okay—’ ‘I love Stacy.’ Shelly tensed. She felt herself ready to explode like a nuclear pressure. Normally you really weren't aware of anything down there unless you were on the toilet, and then only enough to clean and wipe up. It was just where your legs came together. But now she could swear she almost felt the opening and her channel. What was worse, it was empty and she knew she'd feel better if it wasn't.She had a hard time not swaying her hips as she walked. She knew guys would look at her, and especially her bottom, and they'd be thinking sex. In the last three days she'd discovered.