For Vera it was all part of becoming an object, turning, step-by-step, into a doll, a plaything, not only were her most private, intimate parts now qu...te clearly neither private nor intimate, but even her outer appearance was someone else’s whim. The girl that stared back from the mirror was no longer her, it was their creation, this Guizi-Nui, this person that she neither knew nor knew how to be. ‘I can’t… I can’t…’ She started as she felt herself losing control. ‘I’ve got to… Please, please. You’re both exhausted. If there is someone you can stay with for a few days while you get your home repaired, you should do so and get some rest.”That was how, for the first time, Whitney and I spent the night at Dave’s house.He was waiting for us when the attorney told us we could leave now and we drove to our little bungalow. Whitney and I were still in the hospital scrubs they’d given us to replace our torn nightwear. We changed clothes and Dave got the broken window boarded up. He went to. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage the A-Minor Band!” Applause filled the room as A-Minor took the stage. Ophelia was an attractive young black woman with a lighter complexion. She sported corn rows, a button-down shirt, and jeans. Simple, comfortable, just right. Her guitarist was a white guy with shoulder-length hair and an expensive looking acoustic-electric. Ophelia stepped up to the microphone. “Thank you all for coming; we are A-Minor, I’m Ophelia,. My favorite teacher sat down in a wooden chair, brushed off the lap of his brown slacks and firmly pulls his stunned student over his lap bottom up.“All right my friend you say I won’t take the time even to give you a spanking, because I don’t care enough about us. Well consider my hand I am going to connect to your backside evidence I do care!”Laying there with my clothed bottom, nope make it my panties down bare bottom in the air not trying to get up or wiggle off my concerned teacher’s lapMy.