The pumpkin vines were twice as long as usual, but the biggest pumpkin was only sixty-five pounds--only half as big as I had expected. The plants spen... too much energy making vines and leaves, and not enough making pumpkins.After running the drip irrigation lines, I made five hundred compost piles, putting the shredded wood chips at the very bottom of each pile. Each pile was roughly a cubic yard, and got five transplanted Big Max pumpkin plants. A month later, I chose the three most vigorous. "Pyx bowed. "Thank you, Master." But when it comes to getting pleasure from pain, you have only had a taste. We need to work on that."My young slave flushed. "Yes, Master."I turned to my older slave. "As for you, Vonda, your problem is just the opposite. You are a wonderful sex toy. You love to be beaten and flogged. You are a trisexual. You'll try anything sexual. I have no complaints in that department." Thank you, Master," said Vonda."But there is a willful streak to you. You try hard, but. ”“Touche,” Brittany snickered, “I’m going to love spreading Carmen’s cheeks and licking that sweet ass of hers!”“Yep, she has a rather juicy snatch, too!” Celeste commented, even as Sister Monica overheard them, hopeless to object or resist what was about to happen.“Bring me Sister Carmen. I want to remove her chastity belt in Sister Monica’s presence. From this moment forward, she is simply ‘Carmen.’ Not ‘Sister’ anything. I want her to get used to the idea of working toward inclusion among. I told no one and suffered through the encounters with silence. He raped me anywhere he could, taking all he wanted and leaving nothing behind, none of my soul, no whole part of my body untouched. I think this is the point in my life where I became hardened against the world and it's expectations. The dark relationship with my uncle continued until I was sixteen, when I began to fight back. I would fight, the beatings would get worse. But when I fought back, I became excited. My pussy started.