’ My voice begs you. All my pride is gone. I sound desperate and I don’t care. Pathetic. Begging you to do something that will ruin our lives. And...I can’t stop. ‘Try for me, please? I need you, baby!’ ‘Fuck!’ With that one word, you are mine. You push my skirt up and my panties aside. You take your cock from my hand and slide it between my lips and I whimper. I am so wet, dripping down my thighs, but still my body fights you. I am so tight, that at first push, you don’t budge. And then you do.. ."This here is Ratso and Corky."Trixie tried to smile but the fear was evident on her face, so she retreated to the kitchen for the beers.Returning she saw the men had indeed made themselves comfortable sprawled on the couch and chair.Handing the men the beers, the frightened teenager tried to back away but a strong arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her over onto the couch."Let's party, kid," said Ratso ripping the teddy from her. Trixie, now naked except for the heels Spiker had. " Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress." He looked like he was a little scared by that proclamation, which was my intent of course. I don't want him to get complacent because he thinks I like him too much to punish him.I put on a good show for him, shocking, cropping, and tormenting her. But in the verbal abuse I laid on her, a spark of guilt hit me. I had already essentially done the same to little boy as she was going to do. It shook me that I had become her.Little boy leapt from the bed, down to. We have waited a hundred and sixty years already," Margie told me with a sob."Come eat dinner," Katie told me. "You were up in that room most of the day and missed lunch." Dinner was much better than breakfast had been, and the sisters sat near me again. Apparently, my agreeing to help them had restored their confidence."What do you have planned for tomorrow?" Katie asked during dinner."There are still the rest of the accessories that need work. After that, I thought I would plow under all of.