When you don’t interact except for the barest of communication exchanges, the face you put on is of little significance.A dog. I let a dog lick my b...dy. I was worse than a whore, a tramp, a kasabi. How could I have done that? What was wrong with me?For two days, I didn’t think about anything but my shame. For two days, I remained fully dressed. For two days, it didn’t even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual release. For two days I denied my need, my crazed desire, my. Dustin was caught off guard by the young girl's looks.Monica was standing there in a thin white tank top, her lacey black bra very noticeable throught the thin material. She had on a very small pair of jean shorts. Her features were remarkably like Alma's."Uhh. Hi. I'm Dustin. Is Alma here?" Dustin asked."I don't know, I just got home from school. Come on in. I'm her sister Monica. Have a seat and I'll see if she's in her room." Monica told him. She then walked back to Alma's room. She could. She would obey her Mistress.Casey was walking towards her, and her friend draped a blanket over her shoulders, keeping her warm.Sandy managed a meek, "Thanks."She knew that she could cover herself now, that she could use the blanket to hide her exposed breasts and sex, but she felt no compulsion to do so. She suddenly felt very close to all of the women in the room. They had been a part of her journey – they had witnessed parts of her that no one else ever had. Her hypnotist had opened her up –. “Now listen to me bitch, you’re going to do everything I say, and if you don’t, you’ll regret it.” He growled, pushing the cold blade harder against her neck. “Got it?” She trembled, frozen, staring up at him. “Answer me bitch!” He screamed in her face.She nodded, whimpering softly.“You’re going to regret ever saying no to me bitch.” He started tearing at her clothes, groping her breasts beneath her shirt roughly.Slipping the knife back into his pocket and spinning her around, he pushed her.