. She could see his realization in on his face. He tried to rescue the situation. “You are—your.” He had bungled it. Her face showed sadness but...not anger or even accusation. “Brandon, it’s OK. I know I am plain at best.” She rubbed the stubble on his chin, comforting him. “Sorry!” “Don’t be. This is what the sorority does for girls like me. This is the feminism we practice here. As for the cult ... that is a different story.” Brandon raised himself up to better pay attention to what she was. But in the end, like so many before her, Christy had been reduced to just another possession, like their gold jewelry and fancy cars. She was simply there to service the desires of these men, whether it pleased her or not. It wasn't until she decided to flee that she discovered thr true nature of her predicament. Even moving to another city hadn't been enough to liberate her. Instead, Christy found herself taken from her own bed, wearing nothing but a few scraps of white lace, bound and. How many hours did she think were in a day?“Checkout? Kleio, it’s like 6 pm. It’s dinner time. I think we missed checkout.”She sighed, closing her eyes again. “Oh well ... shit. Syl wanted to stay another day anyways. Really needs to talk to her mom.”“Oh, I didn’t know you guys were sticking around,” Drew said. “You staying here again?”She nodded. “I guess I am now if we missed checkout.” She raked her nails lightly against his ribs. “You have to stay and have more sex with me.” She dipped her. .
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