" I like it! Now what kind of an answer is that? Hmmm?"--I don't know.. Sir? "You don't know? Since the power of speech has failed you, we'll just hav...e to rely on demonstration, now won't we? Lean forward, please" Her breasts pressed into the carpet, she strained her bottom upward."Push up for me a little more...that's it; push and spread like we've practiced... knees a bit apart"And to me, my neighbor directed. . ."come take a look at this little slut. She really just likes to be gaped atand. Coming from the hood to a predominately white area? Not so easy, according to her. She actually thought I was only being nice to her to get into her pants, but that wasn't the case. I'm just generally like that. Most of my girlfriends at Ammington--6 to be exact--have only dated me because they wanted to hook up with the guy who looks like Adam Lazzara from Taking Back Sunday. They're bitches. Shallow, materialistc bitches. I actually swore off of them after one of them cheated on me at the. That was a question Leslie wanted answered, privately, andthe chat was silent for a few minutes before Susie promised that shewould tell everyone everything after Leslie's parents were done talkingto them.The rest of the morning was largely usual. The group met as they didevery morning for Leslie's therapy. The Team Leslie uniforms wereactually starting to fade; regular wearing and washing was graduallybleeding out what was once a sharp pink into something more muted.Leslie loved it, and she. The two friends, in the car, were chattering amiably. At last, Dorotheagot up and walked up to her victim, Taking a handkerchief out of her purse shewiped up the sweating, tear-stained cheeks of the slave and made her blow hernose, which was running profusely. Then she ordered her to ride once again. Shelifted up the girl and the bike and placed her in the right direction on thepath. For another half hour, Mabel had to pedal without a minute?srest, lashed by her Mistress?s whip, and with their.