“He’s going to say you’re chicken.”“Jerry is going to say whatever he wants to say, regardless of what happens. What Jerry says about me isn...��t worth the breath it takes to say. Why don’t you go back and ask Tessa if I’m a chicken?”Ray glanced over his shoulder at where Tessa sat with some friends, and then looked back at me. “I don’t know, man. I think he’s going to be all over you tomorrow.”I blew this off. Ray was right, however, in that Jerry found me at the lockers the next morning and. Please give me another ten,’ said Sherry not recognizing the words coming out of her mouth. ‘Would be delighted to, dear daughter,’ said Tom. ‘Would you like them a little harder?’ he inquired. ‘Yes Please Dad. Spank me harder. I deserve it,’ whimpered Sherry, now drunk with humiliation. Tom gave her ten spanks that were a little harder than the play spanks they had all been giving her yet was careful not to hurt her. ‘Ouch ten thank you Dad. Thank you for teaching my lesson,’ said Sherry as. I used a creamy soap that seemedto provide a lotion of sweet softness to my skin. I placed my fingers inmy vagina and felt around at this beautiful new part of me; it was nowmoist with Paul's juices and my orgasms. I placed them in my mouth,tasting the salty, pungency of my fingers: my juices and Paul's combined.How beautiful!I stepped out of the shower, and stood in front of the full length mirroron the back of the bathroom door, watching my body begin to becomevisible as the fog dissolved. It felt wonderful to be in full contact, and I remember it was with the Floozy that I first experienced it.I couldn’t stop thinking of her as the Floozy. I knew her name, but she seemed to get a kick out of my description of her. She still considered me to be the “Slave.” She sometimes called me Peanut, although I never asked her to do so. As I mentioned before, there was something that put me off about her. She told me she betrayed Master and disgraced her company. For Master to do what he did.