Truly, you have no concept of how creative she can be, or how dirty her imagination. I am blessed to have experienced it first hand, however. Oh, yes,...what she can do with a simple prop like a lollipop... I am almost ashamed to admit stopping by the corner market the other day and buying a dozen of them and what I did with one of them after. The others are in my secret stash, waiting to be employed in an improper manner. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m sucking on one right now. It’s cherry. "Are you going to wipe out our memories?" Bob asked."No, of course not." Ginny said quickly."I want to do two things, but I will only do them with your permission." I said. "I want to place what I call a 'tag' in your minds. This is a little like the trap that Lyle had placed in you, but my tag only does two things, it allows me to keep track of your whereabouts more easily, and it will alert me if either of you are ever in danger." What's the second thing?" Zimmerman asked."I want to place a. The man spoke for the two. “We don’t know. We’ve always thought it was some birthmark.”“Then why did you kneel? The mark must signify something to you?”“Frankly, I’ve never seen any besides ours, but we instinctively knew you were someone significant when we saw it.”“But you didn’t respond the same when you saw my sister’s, or each other’s.”“There’s something unique about yours,” the woman responded.Al strode over to the nearest student, who was trying to pretend he wasn’t watching. He showed. Say it.’ I was coughing and burping and gagging and couldn’t say it quickly enough, so he slapped me. ‘You my slut. Say it.’ I gasped out, ‘I’m your slut.’ ‘You’re my bitch.’ ‘I’m your bitch.’ ‘Bitches need raping.’ ‘Bitches need raping.’ ‘You love this.’ ‘I love this.’ It was true. I loved it. Raped and humiliated by Desmond in front of Lily and Jill. I never wanted it to end. Desmond gripped his cock by its base and slapped my face with it. I kept my mouth open wide and stuck out my tongue.