I told you and your sister to never alter your body like that. I mean I would have expected your sister to break that rule but never you.”“Why are...you just now getting angry? You saw me in the living room.” I cried.“I thought you were stuffing your bra or something. I didn’t want my own daughter, my angel to mutilate her body so she could look like some american bimbo. That’s what these boys will think of you now.” my father yelled.When my father said that I cried and couldn’t even say. ?I can’t wait to see him beg to be milked for the first time, that is, if he doesn’t come when one of us is caning him. Where ARE the others? I want my bottom licked!? As soon as she spoke the doorbell rang once more; Elaine looked at her.?Would you Hortense? I hope they’ll all be here shortly.? Big Hortense eased herself down, and stood before me, lifting my chin. She then turned and slowly bent over; the crack of her huge and beautiful arse, inches from my face.?You get your nose in there. Brittney needed her protection. Brad needed her to save his marriage. And even the house needed her to keep its secrets. She took a deep breath and retrieved her purse and car keys. She’d do her best to give everyone what they needed.The pickup truck pulled away from the short driveway. Penelope waved to Brad as he sped off to work. She let herself into their house. Their space was filled with tasteful furniture, framed art prints, and photos of Brad and Penelope. There was a framed picture. I turned the large key and the lid opened, inside was a small silver ball, the size of a tennis ball, perhaps a little smaller."Pick it up lad," he said.As soon as my hand touched the silver orb, I could feel it's energy pulse through me."Good," he smiled, "the orb accepts you." What!" I said, still feeling the power running up my arm."Its power alone has sustained me for a number of years now," my Grandfather said, "but even that can't hold back my end. Now son, I have written some.