"Yes." Beth's answer was a whisper."And well you should, Honey -- that's what they're for, after all. But you have concerns, don't you?" Yes." Things ...like Jean's prophecies of doom?" Yes." Beth's responses continued to be quiet, colorless."That's not all, though, is it?" Candace prompted."No." Beth replied."Lon told me a couple of things last night," Candace murmured, "and I put two and two together. Knowing that this is a little bit wrong makes it even better, doesn't it?"Beth thought about. As I finished I couldnt help but lean in and kiss him. Master obliged me kissing me with aggressive passion that shook me and made me breathless. I looked at him with half glazed eyes and I knew I wanted more. Please Master. Please fuck me. He smiled and then slid a finger over my lips and smiled contemplating my request. Would you like to cum first my horny little pet? YES! I screamed the word without thinking and Master laughed at my verbal expression of need. Pulling me close he held me. It did nothing for me. He was pissed when I said I was not gonna date him anymore because school was starting. And then there was Pete: Pete was a nice guy but really, really annoying with his Nascar and his Ninga motorcycle talk and his stupid video games. But he was good looking and adored me and treated me nice. And then one evening during a ‘make-out’ session he tried to ‘go-down-on-me’…….. I let him, (I did not encourage him) I just let it happen. It was horrible. His beard felt like 180. Fortunately the board had a rubber safety tip but even with that he was knocked unconscious. The next thing he remembered was the surfer gal attending to him on the beach, the surfer dude running up to him closely followed by a couple of paramedics, and his concerned family looking on. The paramedics took Blair to the local clinic where he was checked out. “You have a concussion,” the doctor told him as Samantha looked on, “but no significant damage. You need to take it easy for a week then.