If she is as pretty as you say she is, then it is likely she will be more beautiful as she grows up. If she learns how to carry herself as well, it’... far more likely Master will choose her.”“You both seem confident most of the time, but I’ve seen it waver when you look at the rest of us. Don’t compare yourselves to the rest of us, because it’s not fair to you. If I think back to how I looked at your age, and had to compare myself then to any of Master’s pets, I would have broken down crying. I. I was the frail child you see playing hopscotch instead of baseball, orjump rope instead of basketball. I was the little boy playing with girlslong before he knew why. I was the boy with dolls.The idea was never to be girly. It was never a conscious choice. Butgirls were nicer, and prettier, and calmer. I wasn't strong enough,sweaty enough, to play with boys. I liked to read. I liked to paint. Iliked dance class.It wasn't about being a girl. It wasn't about rejecting boys. It was justlooking. "Why does the sun stay up and not go down?" she added in a plaintive voice. "How come there are no people? Where are my friends?" Irina?" Svetlana said, "I can't answer you, but we had nothing to do with it. I don't know what's happened for sure, but, there is no-one around for you, except me - us. You must come with me." Are my parents coming back?" she asked, sobbing."No, darling, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I didn't mean to hurt you."Irina came slowly back to where Svetlana knelt. Jaq released her grip on my cock and just lay back withher eyes closed. I kissed my way slowly down from hertits to her snatch and began giving her cunt the samesort of attention I’d been giving her nipples. I f****dmy tongue deep into her snatch, letting her tart juicesgather in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down,fucking her with my tongue. Then I settled back onto her clit and let my fingersinvade her sweet depths. Jaq gave a low moan as myfingers pounded her snatch and my mouth.