“Wasn’t stealin’, you know ... Just as much mine as his. And I hitchhiked up the road twenty miles and stayed in one a’them run-down motels th...t rents by the week. And I visited the truck stops...”I saw tears in her eyes. “Step-dad was right. I really WAS a whore. Twenty-buck blowjobs and fifty bucks for a fuck ... then I guess somebody turned me in. Cop told me that I had a choice – hang around there and get run into jail or get my ass out of the county right then. In a fuckin’. In fact, I spent somuch time there that the bartender and waitress and I became quite friendly. When they saw me coming they would often greet me by saying"Hey Chrissie, must need tuition time again." The money was easy and the hours weren't all that bad either. I gradually came to realization thatI was born to be a whore. Once I got used to the idea everything else just followed. It never really bothered me selling my body once I rationalizedthat in fact that was exactly what, in one way or. I was supposed to compete in junior states to qualify for the Olympics. Karl worked the zamboni at my rink. He’d been watching me for months, planning this.”“Oh,” Morgan said.“What about you?” Dasha asked her.“Nothing special about me. I’m fourteen, just started high school. I was riding my bike to school when Karl came up and grabbed me. And now I’m here.” She bit her lip, tears spilling from her eyes. “Okay, keep talking, I don’t want to think about this. Do you have any siblings? Boyfriend?. And raise your arms. Mr. Savage has given me the details of your milking schedule. We’ll have different ways of dealing with that depending on the day of the week. You won’t be taking the minutes of the meetings anymore. You will be unable to from your position. I will have you in a special apparatus by the refreshment table. Your coworkers are Club Members and that will be one of the times they can use you for their pleasure. I will have your breasts hooked up to supply milk for tea and.