She blushed as she had never felt so feminine or alive in her entire life. But then she stopped herself. She was a guy not a girl. She was just a pris...oner and had to look for a way to escape.Katie had stopped to talk to another one of her friends and this was perfect for an escape. Angel took off her shoes and began to sprint the other way down the hall. She had no idea where she would go but anywhere was better then here. As she turned the corner some one knocked her down. Looking up, Angel. I tried weaving my bum from side to side but his aim was constant and the flogger lashed down on one cheek or the other or both and sometimes on my lower back or on the backs of my thighs until the whole area was a mass of miniscule angry red wheals with occasional small pinpricks of a brighter red. Putting my hands in the way only resulted in a reminder of that form of school beating which I’d always hated and which I didn’t want to be reminded of too many times… ‘handers!’I suppose he must. She took Dan’s hand in hers and began their walk along the path. She smiled shyly as his eyes drank in her side profile. Her firm breasts, barely covered, had a slight bounce in her stride.Major had his nose to the ground and soon picked up a familiar scent and started pulling her. “Oh no, not squirrels again!” she cried.He spotted the little furry creature and chased it. The squirrel, likely a veteran of countless dog encounters, climbed up the trunk of a large oak tree and sat on the first. He would invite me inwhile he searched for his money, and I grew to enjoy seeing him walkingaround with the "T" shape thongs in the front swaying from side toside and his hairy ass out in the back. I was young and jacking every day with boys at my school, but I knew one day I’d have to play with that old man's big dick. As the weather got warmer, I started to wear my gym shorts onSaturdays. My new friend at apartment 4B seemed to really like seeing me in them, and heasked me if I’d like a glass.