Her face showed her age a bit, but she was still very attractive, and her tight clothes showed a killer body. I carried the box to the car like she as...ked me to. When we got to the car though Veronica asked me if I could come back with her and help bring them into her house.I hesitated but figured my mother did tell me to help her friend & good customer, and she didn’t say I had to stop with just the car, & the promise of a tip was the real kicker. Veronica and my mom had been friends for a few. I didn't know how I was going to make it through the next two years without getting with this girl. But I knew Paige wouldn't be too appreciative of that. Obviously.The whole practice between my cage time I would step out and watch her run, every time she took the curve shed look at me and smile and I guiltily smiled back. When practice ended and I made my way to the locker room, just as I was about to step through the door I felt a tug on my shirt. I turned around and of course, it was. Her sweet angel tan body, luscious and curved like a motherly swan rescuing me from my low self-esteem. I, in strange, theatrical madness cursed her for her lack of love profession, for loving my face, my hair, my strong, powerful body, but not that crude disgusting thing lurking in my pants. That silent, grotesque lump of God-given clay yet to be molded, for all hope, to die in the dust with the humming of the cortex, those strange fibers of consciousness wrestling angsty teenage love, my. Her T-shirt, bra, jeans, panties, and socks flew and hadn’t settled before she was kneeling before me looking straight ahead. “Kneel on the bed,” I ordered.“But, master, you are still dressed. Don’t you want me to... ?”“Is this your idea of obedience?” In an instant, Wendy was kneeling at the edge of the bed, her butt sticking up toward me and her eyes focused straight ahead. I stepped back so I was sure she couldn’t see me and pulled off my belt as noisily as I could. Wendy didn’t like pain..