. Yes Grandma ... Not yet Grandma ... Not for that reason. I do have a boyfriend ... No, he respects my wishes ... I don’t believe that anymore ... ...randma! How could you say that? ... That’s enough Grandma, have a nice day.”“Which one did she use?”“The W word.”“I tried to tell her times are changing, but you know how people can get as they get older.”“Yes mom, you’ve told me a million times.”“Exaggeration’s not nice kiddo. Eat up.”“Yes mom.”But, what if Grandma’s right? What if the Program is. Jenny reaced out wirhout emotion and once again, squeezed and twisted Sally's nipples as hard as she could. Sally yelled all over again and this time she didn't care if anyone heard her. Her nipples were already increadibly sore and now they were on fire wirh pain. She had to force herself to not try to push Jenny's hands away and still hold her shirt up over her face. After a minute, Jenny released her nipples and left Sally crying and sniffling into her shirt. Jenny: "........and now,. ‘Now continue playing with your cunt, My little slut,’ I said. Two fingers of her left hand slid in and out of her cunt. Her hips rolled in a sensuous circle with each thrust of her fingers. ‘Mmmmm…’ she moaned, feeling her restraints. I reached down and caressed her cheek with My fingertips while admiring her body and squeezing My steel hard cock with My other hand. I almost groaned Myself. ‘Oh, Master…’ she whimpered. ‘What is it, little one?’ I asked, moving back around to sit down between. “This is a swell machine, Mr Campbell, may I please ride up front with you?” Chip asked.“As long as your parents say that it is all right, I don’t see it being a problem.” It wasn’t, and he climbed into the vehicle via its front opening ‘suicide door’, I believe the term is, and onto the leather passenger seat; I opened the rear doors to allow his parents ingress.“So why do they do they drive on the wrong side of the road in England, Mr Campbell?” was Chip’s next question. I chuckled to.