“Oh, hi, honey! Hey ... I got a confession to make ... Harlan, he’s one of the men gang-banging me ... he kinda ... not-so-accidentally ... tossed...out my birth control in front of me, down the toilet ... and flushed them. I have no birth control ... and they refuse to wear rubbers. What do you want me to do about it? Be a good girl ... or fuck them all and let them breed me?” Ginger asked Joey with a strong hint in her voice of her own preference for the latter.“God, yes, let them breed you!. ”“I bet you do, you little slut,” he’s aggressive again.“Be nice, or I won’t tell you how my big black man ripped my t-shirt off. Ripped it off.”“Very nice.”“Yeah, and then he made his buddy stop what he was doing so he could just look at my tits”“You were standing there with just your mini on?”“Yes. They just stared at me. It was so saucy, just standing there, knowing I was going to fuck them. I made them take their cocks out and jerk off for me. I was totally in charge.”“Not like with. It was when we spent a few days on his yacht," replied Dawn hesitantly, refusing to meet his eyes."I bet the office thought you two were on an official tour."The silence was convicting."Well, Dawn, you spent some time on his yacht amongst other places getting your brains fucked out. Perhaps you thought you were on a noble mission, but the actions of that bastard clearly show he never looked upon it that way. He filmed you getting fucked by him in every imaginable position and more, just like. My gaze slowly returned to Sister Jane who was also smiling. “uhm.” I had no sensible response. How could I? Then Sister put her other hand on my penis to full focus massage the forbidden. “Surely you’re remembering a little aren’t you?” I wasn’t sure yet there was an odd familiarity, sure, could have merely been her black robes and oddly I remembered the smell of warm weather perspiring nuns in grade school, vegetable soup.“I’m sorry. This rush of happening is seriously too much, somehow..