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"I couldn't help that last bit slipping out, I really was starting to dislike this 'Derek' and I had never met him!"But sir. He keeps trying to touch me here."As she said this she pulled up her grey skirt and let her middle finger run across the crotch of her lace panties. The finger clearly traced the dimple formed by her sex and I gulped as my eyes almost popped out of my head. She had done this without warning and I stared for a second before recovering, snapping my eyes away from her perfect little slit, and taking her to task."Kirsty, I thought we'd agreed you wouldn't do that again in class? Now cover up young lady or this conversation is at an end!" But sir, I only promised not to in class, and we're not really in a lesson, are we?"Her smile was catlike, she knew I had been affected by her little display and she was pleased."Stop splitting hairs Kirsty. Now, behave and we can talk, keep doing things like that and we stop and I won't agree to do this again."She appeared suitably. We make a couple more runs up and down the road and stop at an all night restaurant so Debbie could pee. While I waited on her, the hunk pulled in. He pulled in and parked next to my side of the car. He gets out and tells me that his name is Randy and that he thinks I am cute. Wanting to know if I want to cruise with him, I say no and explain that Debbie would be really pissed.. So we quickly exchanged phone numbers and he drove off. I was already wet on the ride home thinking about him. Several nights went by before i could get a night off to call him. He had moved back to our town and until his apartment was ready in about 2 weeks, he was living with his Mom. We agreed to meet at a local burger joint that was out of the way of my friends so Debbie would not find out. We ate and sat and talked for a good 2 hours. I was so in heat.. i wanted him so bad by this point. I knew that Debbie had relatives in town and most likely she would be home, so we rode out to the cruise strip. Up.
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It meant they could do whatever they wanted, since there were times when I did refuse them, just as there were times when I couldn't arouse them. Once on the chain though, I could refuse them nothing, nor could I refuse anyone else as became apparent when Master locked me to the bolt for his friend, the round faced Indian who'd spoken to Master previously that summer about Whitecloud.He'd come around many times over the months, especially after my ceremony with the tribe. Often enough that my three mates had become used to him, just as I had. He and our Master had become friends, I thought, which was good because Master seldom spent time with anyone that I could tell and I worried over that a little. It seemed as if he should have a wife and sometimes I would daydream a little, wondering what it would be like to be a woman again and have the man for a partner, instead of a Master. But I always found myself smiling at the thought and even blushing a little because it seemed so foolish.

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