Ihonestly thought I would never find some one as perverted as me. Then youturned up and I had a hunch you would get turned on by it??I most certainly ...do, and love to watch you, drink pissand eat shit? I said ?it was a real turn on to see you sucking the shit off mydick, and the smell of it doesn?t bother you??No never did, what about you??Me I have a very poor sense of smell, from a broken noseI got when I was young, it did some thing to my sense of smell, and it has tobe strong for me to smell. His right hand came up again and was held out flat near my face, ready to slap me again. I forced myself to stay still.He enclosed me in his arms again and this time his lips came down on mine. It was the strangest feeling, I could feel the slight rasp of afternoon shadow on his face, smell the faint scent of his aftershave and the press of his thick lips against mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I could taste my lipstick mingled with his mouthwash. His tongue started to explore my. Mistress had very explicit instructions on the style of dress I would wear. It would be very traditional with a long cathedral train and a long veil to match. ?You see Yvonne," one of my bridesmaids said, "you are going to be lovely. After you have walked down the aisle and taken your traditional vows we will adjourn to another room and you will take an oath of womanhood and be milked for the final time and placed in chastity.? Mistress came and sat beside me. ?You see my love when we embark on. ”“But-”“No buts! You’ll serve an hour detention with Mr. Edwards today, end of discussion.”There really was no point in arguing after that. With my detention slip in hand I made my way to my first period class. Before I knew it first period was over and second rolled around, then third, then fourth, and finally I walked into my fifth period class just as I thought the day couldn’t get any worse. Luckily fifth period was Advanced Art, probably the only class that I’d have an A in, mainly because.