She had been at the school for a term, yet it seemed longer. Her class of “my special girls” as she called us, had outdone the other classes, our ...exam results all B’s and more likely A’s. All for her. We didn’t want to let her down, not our Miss Newman.So it was the beginning of April, that we flew to Casablanca. There were six of us. Selected by her. Six lucky girls. We were the lucky ones, weren’t we?………………..I must have slept. I woke. I was still strapped to a bed, no a table. My nipples. I remembered that I had a safe word, I couldn't see how I could avoid using it. I knew I needed to focus on getting through this part of my ordeal.As Mistress laid on the last five blows, I was blubbering and yelling uncontrollably but I managed to count and thank her for each stroke, and I managed not to use my safe word. As I thanked her for the last stroke, I had a great feeling of pride.Mistress stood behind me and softly ran her hands up and down my arched back. She seemed to read my mind,. My gaze fell on Ashlyn, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed hottie with a bit of a reputation for being a slut. She was wearing a white tank top showing off plenty of skin. I focused on her tits. They were much smaller than Ms. Amara’s with Ashlyn’s being about a B cup. I imagined them bigger, swelling up to a D cup to really fill out that top. It happened right before my eyes, almost in sync with my thoughts. Her tits were bigger. It was plain to see. Ashlyn’s shirt now exposed her midriff as it. " "Well, I have no problem being paraded about naked," Hansen assured his Master, "I actually like it when other people can admire my furry bottom and the other intimate bits." He giggled and gave Karma a lick on her cute little bunny nose as she gave his hard shaft a teasing squeeze with one paw. "However, what about when we are in adventure conditions? The brands we bear won't protect us from a foe's blades or arrows, you know." "I can make an exception there," Frelic assured them, "When we.