Hoping that if I pleased her, I could again feel the touch of those soft and sensitive hands. I felt the rope tighten behind my head, forcing my mouth... open in a slightly painful way. I would learn that pain was to be a regular part of my experiences. Pain and servitude. The next words I heard from my Mistress were, "Strip, slave!" Eager to obey my Mistress and fearful of disobeying, I began to remove my clothing as quickly as possible. I removed my shoes and laid them aside, but as I pulled my. I washed dishes at a nearby diner during the dinner shift, which was from 5p.m. to 10p.m. I worked three nights a week, and all day on Saturday. It was a fairly long walk from home, but I got used to it. Many times, either Mom or Dad picked me up at the end of the shift. Not exactly the type of work I'd grown accustomed to in my other life, but I was a teenager now, and I had to start over at the bottom. I always had a strong work ethic. I believed that if I wanted anything in life, I had to. Rubbing the length of your slit with the head bumping your clit on every thrust Suddenly....I pick u up and set u on the hood...and you lean back on your elbows.. fully aware that your pussy is now fully visible under your short skirt. You start to slide forward...in anticipation of my tongue..your hips pumping up and down uncontrollably..your legs spreading on their own opening your self completely to meYou reach down and place your hands on either side of my head and urge me to eat. "If you really want to, yes," John replied.Then she kissed me passionately for over a minute, and it turned John on."I'll never stop loving you either," I said."Likewise. I guess I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing now," Jeanette replied.Then she left and we both laid down on the bed."I really wish you would have told me about you two, but I'm not mad honestly. I swear to you that I'll always love you, no matter what," John said."I was afraid it would break your heart," I.