Then, I texted herRonnie – Hi, how are you doing?Tamanaha- whose this?Me- Ronnie.Tamanaha- who Ronnie? How you got my number.( I got scared.Oh, damn....Now, how should I tell)Me- you had come to my place recently mam,(she understood that I might have got her number from mom`s phone)Tamanaha- Heyy, naughty boy, it’s not good to steal number and chat.Me- are you judging me?Tam- I actually don’t know.But I will be lying if I said yes.Me- I like that answer.( I rewarded her for not judging me, she was. " That sounds very cute, I will be sure to dress appropriately for you."I was trembling at the anticipation of tonight and was getting very aroused. Ally noticed and smiled at my eagerness. She completed my toes, which looked great, and then started on my hands. "Your finger nails are nice and long....they will look really pretty with the polish on." Thanks....I have been growing them out for the last 3 weeks, hoping they would look good with my manicure." She spent a long time on the manicure. I realized that I was slowly rubbing my nipple on the edge of the table as I leaned forward to eat. I let my hand drop to my lap and stroked my pussy. It was sore, but wet. Why was I wet again? Where did these feelings come from? Why did I keep thinking about the men and women that had used and abused me last night? Why did it turn me on?I cleaned up the dishes and sat on the couch with the envelope. I still had my hand between my legs rubbing my clit softly as I read the letter.Slave,Clean. By the way, I'm Destiny Dalton. You just hush. My parents named me just like yours did. Dad's name is Daniel and Mom's is Deirdre. Okay, she has two nice Ds which is why Dad calls her De De, but I'm not supposed to know why. Duh? I'm not to size D yet, but I'm working on it. Who knows?That all was last year. I'm now a proud sixteen year-old junior in high school. I've done most of the normal activities, except cheer leading. Couldn't handle the politics and social pressure on that team. Maybe I.