That one compliment was as close as he seemed to want to get to me,though. His words about my life as Winterhorn stung. I wanted to believe Iwas diffe...ent now, inside as well as outside, but was I? What would I dowhen I had another taste of power? As Winterhorn, had I been as entirelyself-centered as it now seemed? It was hard to escape that conclusion. Idid not sleep well that night.I was kept awake in part by what I had learned from Alwyn that day. I hadcompletely underestimated the woman.. I had become a total spectator by now. This was turning into a total girl on girl party and everything that goes with it. All I could do was pull my dick out and stroke and watch the party. It was fascinating to see the different levels of trimming and shaving of their pussies. Chrissie had the most pubic hair, Florence was next with a pretty full bush but trimmed pretty close. Kelsey had a tiny landing strip pointing to her meaty little pussy and Shanya was totally shaved. All of them had. The last three on her list were fourteen, fifteen and seventeen. In all, there were five girls and seven boys.The eldest, a girl named Amy Hawkins, walked with a pronounced limp, the effect of a badly set broken leg when she was very young. Amy was resigned to being an old maid, because she wasn't married yet, and was quite sure no man would want a lame wife. The other side of that particular coin was that Amy had had access to books, and she spent time with those instead of the things hale. 'Yeah. Love it.' Said Vicky climbing off the bed. 'So little hair. Give her poppers.' Sandy held a bottle to my nose and said, 'Sniff it deeply hon, it will make it easier for you.' I sniffed as Jen spat on my hole and started roughly rubbing and slapping it with her fingers. 'Looking forward to breaking her in.' Breaking her in? Breaking me in? But at that point, and after so many sniffs of poppers, I let go of my emotions again and started enjoying this treatment. 'Suck her Vicky.' Vicky.