The comments went on to discuss in such a derogatory way all those good things that Angela felt about her body that, when spoken out loud, was really ...aimed at showing her up and embarrassing her. Well, one thing for sure, was that she was certainly feeling embarrassed now and wasn’t anywhere near as happy about her body as she usually was.Jeanette, on the other hand, was quite used to being humiliated by her mistress, being spanked whilst naked, and in front of several teenage mistresses. She. She quickly shoved her washing into the machine and apologised before leaving me to get changed. For the rest of the day all I could think of was Lesley in that purple lace thong, how her perfect round ass would look so good in it and the smell of her pussy. Lesley and I had a busy day that day and we flirted as usual but there was no mention of the washing again. I kind of wanted her to ask me if I’d seen it, it almost felt as though she’d placed it there on purpose for me to see.After work. ” “You’re going to have to trust that I won’t,” I say. “I trusted you for years not to tear me down with the things I’ve told you, trust goes both ways.” I sit on the bed next to him. “I’ve never felt so sure in my life,” I tell him. I reach my hand up to his cheek and pull his face towards mine. “I love you,” Jonathan whispers. “I love you too,” I say. “Nothing is ever going to change that, nothing ever has changed that.” I kiss him, softly at first, and then harder. I pull him to me,. It looked very dark inside the woods and even the moon couldn't break the darkness. I was very scared for a moment, but the excitement that I was feeling about what I was planning to do inside there, pushed me on. I walked away from the path and into the woods while pushing my bike next to me. When I was a few meters inside, I hid my bike behind a bush and then started walking up to the other side of the woods. I was following a small path that went between the trees and bushes.As far as I can.