Renald grinned broadly and said in his thick accent, “We gwan have fun!” “Yes sir,” replied the 16 year old. “Take that shirt off. Lemme se... those titties, baby!” Prentiss took off the top. Renald admired the fleshy breasts. He grabbed one in each hand and remarked, “Oh yeah, bitch! Show me that ass!” Prentiss shook off his panties. Renald smacked the big round booty. “Let’s go to your room, faggot,” Renald ordered. Prentiss led the way as Renald kept fondling his body. When they got into. And I'm sure she needs cheering up, whether she thinks so or not... everyone needs friends when things are rough, and maybe this is a good opportunity to get to be real friends... As the statuesque brunette made her way across the dark back yard, the sound of a car squealing recklessly down the quiet suburban street startled her. It seemed to be coming from right out in front of the Smith's house, and the vague uneasiness she'd felt as the light suddenly flashed out returned. When there was no. You are breeding stock, to put it bluntly, and are owned by your sponsors. They're responsible for your behaviour, and you are answerable to them. Yes, they can have you recycled if you misbehave severely enough, and yes that is as ugly as it sounds. They dictate what you wear or don't wear, when and with whom you breed, how many kids you have, what enhancements you get, the works. Hopefully your sponsor is smart and wants a happy pod, as they'll consult with you and not make you do anything. “I’m not talking physically, how are you mentally? Will you be okay there, going into that lecture theatre?”“I’m fine, I don’t think I’m going to freak out or anything. I know that’s not going to happen again, Ross is locked up, and I just have to get on with my life.”The first challenge at work on Monday was the walk from the car park to my office. Not that it was difficult; but by the time I had reached our office area, my leg was starting to feel a little sore. I guess the walk up and down.