You'll learn to love it with a hundred people watching you. Is the young girl yours?" Yes, Master." What's her name?" Lana, Master."He turned to a man...standing beside him. "Get me Sara," he said. He again looked at Elise."Which of the others is yours?" Lily, Master." Oh, yes. Sweet little Lily. I can tell the family resemblance."(He knows her? How? Don't speak! He'll hurt you!)"You have a very expressive face. I can read you like a book," he said. "Yes, I know Lily. I know them all. I know. .. a little," Betty confessed, looking at Jack as he withdrew from her cunt.The big man said nothing for the moment, relishing the sensation of a slow withdrawal. Betty, too, kept quiet for the moment, feeling his softening prickmeat pulling out, shuddering as her elastic cuntal walls shrank back and touched one another behind the retreating prick-meat. Now reality began trickling in. She was still bound there, stripped and held prisoner in the high school gymnasium by this maniac. Now that she. " Yeah, but I'm old enough. You know that. You know how I came when you played with me," and before I could stop her she'd slipped her warm hand under my sweatpants to grasp my already swelling tool."Stop it Irene!" I spoke sharply but I know I made no attempt to remove her hand."Hee Hee. You don't really want me to, do you Bill," and then my fourteen year old sister was pulling my hand between her legs to her bushy pussy.As I said, I'd been drinking. My sister's hand was warm and it felt good. She smiled ironically as she looked at herself in the mirror wondering why she should even care about her appearance. Most of her clients could care less as long as she took off her clothes and spread her legs.It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door. She adjusted the bra, thong and sheer peignoir and answered the door.The man standing on the stoop was rather unremarkable, average in height, waistline no longer boyish, nose a bit broad and sandy hair beginning to recede. But when.