“Have sex with him until he cries” “Make the donkey have sex with him until he cries.” “Make him eat us out, t...en make him let the donkey eat him out” “Those are all very good ideas girls…” says the dark haired girl, but obviously is uncertain. Finally the tall, short, dark haired one that had been quiet steps up, and everyone hushes. “Perhaps this would be the perfect opportunity for… it” A smile plays across her lips, which is. Awakening from the nightmare I discovered I was sweated and shivering. The thought of being molested felt like a stake being driven through my heart. Being a girl wasn't as nice as it appeared. Then and even more horrifying concept occurred to me. If we were discovered to be orphans and caught while I was masquerading as a girl and then sent to a foster home. Some man might try to molest me and discover I was really a boy! That turned my stomach. Needless to say I got very little sleep. If you said, no, he would counter with, then I guess you’d sooner return to the punishment room. Either way he had her trapped.Sue deftly avoided the trap by coming up with an evasive answer.“Yeah, I guess so cuz I have to get a whole lot of points, but I don’t know how many I can get.”Willoughbe had had enough and the masters were beginning to show some impatience. He pointed to runway which extended far out into the circle of eager men. “Go ahead and do you best little slave girl. I’m sure. Your guilt shined the dimmest out of the women here tonight and I wanted to meet someone who could resist me because maybe it meant I could resist my own desires. It's not true though, is it?"She clenched my hand tighter as my magic pulsed under her skin and broke down the walls she had erected. Barbara had always felt shame for the casual way she treated men but she had become an expert at burying it. She was afraid of commitment and she was still chasing other women's men just to prove.