And long. The champagne and vodka was flowing everywhere. So were the drugs. There was so much coke it was crazy. I avoided it like the plague and jus... played along drinking and sitting in Dimitris or Ivans or whoever the fuck it was this times lap. The good times didnt last and I pretty much walked into it. Everyone was having fun and getting high as a kite or drunk as a skunk or both. The guys were doing rails off the escorts and strippers tits. A few them were already fucking. A fake titted. "You're all pregnant!" Rachael gasped, surveying the dozen or so young girls walking around supporting their bumps or patiently waiting for their next milking session.Some of the girls voluntarily wore steel collars instead of the ID bracelets, leaving their wrists free for fisting.Ms Jones explained that she had set up the centre initially just to provide a home for pregnant teens whose families wouldn't allow them a termination, but we're still too young to properly look after a baby.Her. ”Ignoring his extended hand, I get to the point immediately with, “What the hell did you hit her with last night? Her ass looks like raw hamburger”Showing little emotion, he drops his hand, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in abject submission.Then turning back to me, he says simply, “A wooden kitchen spoon”. Then with mirth in his voice, he continues, “She showed you that, did she? I guess I’m not surprised, but don’t yell at me. I just did what she paid me to do”“Paid. Today I wore no bra, they tended to push on pierced nipples when I decided to wear my little silver hoops in them. Jan are you checking me out, I asked her slyly? Brooke, you look very, delicious today, she said. I straightened up and jotted Daddy a little note that told him I loved him, hoped he enjoyed lunch and Id see him at home tonight around 8. I sat the pin down, when Jan rose from her chair she took my hand in hers and walked me over to a door in the office, she opened it, inside was.