I got in and started washing myself. Mr. Robertson said to let him wash my hair,so I did. After he rinced the soap off he started washing my back. ...He laughed and said since I'm here and already wet I may as well do the rest, then told me to stand up. He washed my arms and legs, then my butt.He said to turn around so he could do my front. I turned, held out my arms and spread my legs. He washed my face,chest,and the front of my legs. When he started washing my groin, the roughness of the. ? I said when we were walking out of the gym. She giggled.?That's just my id number. In your third year they take your name and give you an id. It's supposed to help you understand what your life is really about. But today, you can call me Carrie, it's the name I used to have.? I smiled. I was liking this more and more. We walked for a few more minutes in silence, while I basked in the glow. I was finally old enough to start training to be a slave, I was walking around the school with the most. His steely eight inch cock sprung forth. And she devoured it in wanton delight. Licking up and down the shaft, massaging his sack, caressing each ball and then trying to stuff as much of the entire thing in her mouth as she could. He moaned loudly reaching down to hold her boobs and tweak her nipples. Watching the scene before me was more than I could take fully dressed and I began removing my clothes. He suggested that maybe would could begin by doing something we had discussed beforehand. So. Is Tank.”We cut to her walking toward the workshop, we stare up at her very attractive backside as she walks, then she looks back toward camera and continues her introduction, “This week we’re in Swindon, and we’re going to pay a visit on another lucky, lusty lady – and give her a ticket to the world’s most desirable destination...”More mechanics appear from behind trucks, not crowding Kimberly or the shot, but clearly keen to stay as close to the action as possible as our host moves through.