She pissed pretty quickly.I was lucky that she stood up to wipe, with her panties around her thighs. She had a big black bush, and she wiped through i... thoroughly.Following this, I started to take even more risks.In the wall in the large stall, around the actual spyhole, I drew a large crude drawing of a cock and balls, spewing cum from its head..Then I began to collect a few second hand female erotica novels, and I would leave these in the large stall.On the next few occasions, these additions. Ann was a slim brunette with medium sized boobs and her mother was a tiny, plumbish blond with big boobs. They were both beautiful women. I had noticed a bit of sexual tension between them before but I didn't expect it went as far as sharing boyfriends/ sex slaves. When Miranda got in the living room, she responded rather calm. She just asked what was going on. Ann replied: I'm training my new bitch for our pleasure. Miranda didn't respond in words, she just began to take of her clothes. When. JasmineHoward is our husband. Look I know what you are thinking. That I am twelve! That I can't really know anything. That all I can do is repeat what I have heard from others. Ha! You Americans are fools. I know what my life was and where I was headed. No matter what I did, I had no options. None. I might be pretty. I might be smart. It didn't matter.I have heard the term, 'game changer.' You know that term, yes? Well Jun and Jake are the game changers. And out of eight thousand girls in my. I thought of the murderous canings I had watched...and which were still going on. I thought of what was going to be done to me and felt very happy and relaxed. Bianca's Island was living up to its reputation.Two enchanting young girls were brought to my room and then unshackled by the female Overseer. They went at once into the obligatory slave posture at the end of my bed. The Overseer withdrew.„Kneel up“, I ordered. They did so at once, each placing her hands on top of her head. One was.