We can still play on the equipment, but I want no one hurting. Now, my pets, when are your birthdays?"Trina answered first. "My seventeenth will be Ma...ch 8, Sir."Cindy followed. "Sir, I'll be eighteen on April 2."Melissa said. "I'll be seventeen on January 12, Sir." Hummmmm. Seventeen in just a couple of days, huh?" Jim scratched a non-existent beard as if he were thinking. What would you like for your birthday?"Melissa thought a few minutes before answering. "I think I want a boy friend all my. Her dime sized nipples quickly jumped to life, hardening and turning a bright pink color. She played with her nipples, turning and twisting them between her fingers.She slid her bright blue panties down her shapely thighs, revealing her blonde haired muff. She ran her hand back between her legs and pulled her fingers through her thin patch. Mary looked back over her shoulder and checked to see that the door was locked (which it was). She used her fingers to spread apart her pink lips, revealing. Il leur arrivait de se retrouver le week-end pour faire des vir?es ? LasVegas ou des balades ? cheval. Tout le monde ici l?appelait Anna.Mais tout le monde savait aussi qu?il n??tait pas totalement une fille.Cela faisait partie de l?exp?rience qu?il vendait.Lorsque l?homme arriva dans le salon VIP, elles y ?taient toutes. Sherylet sa robe rouge ? sequin et son corset victorien. Fleur avec son lookde soubrette fran?aise. Jenny et son costume de bunny-girl. Et Shia etson look de geisha que lui. They are wet and cold. They are welcome.Today I walk.But today there are no thoughts. Oh, there are thoughts. A multitude of them. One more horrid than the other. But they are not allowed into the shelter of my brain. They must stay outside. Let them huddle under that carport over there. Or at the bus stop. Get lost, you damn thoughts and nightmares.Leave me to the dark little kingdom of my misery.My name doesn't matter. Call me George. Call her Anne. Or call her a slut, if you like. Call me a.