She asked, “Do you think we’re being too slutty?”I laughed and replied, “I don’t think you can be too slutty at a party like this one. Go ha...e fun.”She laughed gaily and waded back into the sea of cocks and breasts that were pairing off for a second round of sex. An older man snapped her up in a flash.I led a woman named Pam back to my bedroom. We paused at the door. Penny was already there with a man named Gary that turned out to be Pam’s next-door neighbor and frequent lover in-between the. All punishments were dealt with on a saturday evening at 7pm directly after finishing dinner and cleaning up the dishes,durring the week,from sunday till friday when we misbehaved our deeds would be recorded on the board,by either our mother or father so that we would know that we were in for it.each week no matter how much my sisters and i tried to behave,we would always get something wrong and be punished for it.upon cleaning after dinner on saturday night,my sisters and myself would. Betsy agreed saying that she slept as sound as she had slept in a long time. Teasing her I quipped, "Well, I hope my husband didn't wear you completely out." Blushing slightly she replied with a sly giggle "Oh no, I think I can muster enough energy to get thru the day." Hal spoke up, "So, it's agreed that we all had a great time last evening, right?" Almost in unison we all declared our approval as Betsy brought breakfast to the table. We ate while enjoying each other's company and engaging in. There were forms to fill out, I did not know the answers for many of their questions. The one that bothered me the most was when that asked my name. I proudly answered ‘Joseph.’ ‘Well, what is the rest, Joseph what?’ ‘Just Joseph, there is no more. Rupert let me choose my name for my sixth birthday. He didn’t ask for any more.’ ‘What was your mother’s name?’ ‘I was told it was Sandra Welsh.’ The room went silent. ‘I was raised by Rupert….Rupert Johnson. My mother died the day I was born, she is.