Today is Leah's birthday. She's the older of your two younger sisters; she's twenty-one today. The younger of the two, Allie, is now eighteen, you ref...ect as the sun hits you in the face. It's a great day, so you heft your bags and walk home.Three and a half miles later, you can see your parents' car in the driveway, next to an older red coupe you've never seen before. Dad is busy washing the new car and doesn't see you walk up. Given your playful history with him, you do the only logical thing. The problem is, he kind of messed me up for a long time. Made me feel like I wasn't worthy of being loved or desired. Made me think that the things I wanted to do weren't normal or okay. In fact, he used to call me a dirty slut any time I enjoyed sex. He didn't want me to enjoy it, he wanted to make me a victim of it.”“Oh fuck Jen, I had no idea he was that bad. I knew he talked a lot of shit and I didn't believe much of what he said anyway but I had no idea he was like that. I am so. He was always legislative. He spent most of his time in Albany. That suited most people.“Respect or fear, they’ve become the same thing,” Cal told himself, staring into the mirror as he shaved, “but that’s all going to start changing real soon.”Of course, Cal recognized the desirability of respect. Ross seemed to do alright without it. Cal had known some who had a lot of respect but didn’t have enough fear of Jack Ross and they weren’t doing as well.“I hope George knows what he’s doing.”As. “Good girl, ‘Leah’, all of it now, what do you say, ‘Leah?'” she purred as her heel forced my face much harder into the floor. “Thank, thank you, Victoria,” I spluttered. I felt no shame. The taste of my pre-cum served only to arouse me further and to reinforce my devotion to her.“Victoria, oh, oh my god, you are so, please, Victoria, oh god,” I continued as my tongue licked slavishly.My girl like voice echoed about the hallway as she reached down and, once again, pinched my nose ring between.