"Did you know that the sounds you make are different for each hole you fuck?" Are they, my little slut?" Oh, yes Sir, they are. You moan when you fuc... my pussy." Whose pussy, slut?" "Yours, Sir. I am sorry, Sir." No need to apologize. I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to." Oh, yes, Sir. How could I forget when you have me at such a disadvantage?"Her predicament was clear. She was tied in a chair, hips and ass tight against the back, arms straight down to her sides and. I stagger to the floor asa bunch of confusing memories filled my head and felt like I was goingto blow. Then it stopped as suddenly as it begun and it became clearthat these memories were memories of my life as Sapphire. I had memoriesof going to school as Sapphire, running on the track team along sideRuby, Angie playing wit me and Ruby, I even had memories of gettingraped and shudder at the thought of it. What just happened Angie asked and my mom said I guess Sapphire can'texist if she doesn't. Almost on cue, Brittany turned to Kevin and retrieved the keys he had removed from my clutch earlier. She quickly unlocked the locks on my pea coat and ripped it off, leaving me standing there in my window dress. I could now see that the top was extremely low cut, showing off massive cleavage between my breasts leading up to spaghetti straps over my shoulders. Brittany put her hand on my back and I could feel that she was pressing against bare skin, meaning that it was cut so low in the back. Momstopped chopping the carrots for the soup she was making. She smiled, gota wistful look on her face and said, "I was a cheerleader myself."That news surprised me. "But mom, I thought you always did everything youcould to stay out of the spotlight."She chuckled. "Oh dear, that's true, I did. I really did. But your AuntLana really put me on the spot. During the first football game of oursenior year, in the fall of '48, one of the opposing players came crashinginto our cheer squad when he got.