She simply gazed up at him as he stared to back away. She stood lazily, her eyes never leaving his."When you return... ask for Sister Clara."He turned...quickly and left the Temple behind. His friends had long since vanished. He returned to his home on the outskirts of the city, his parents away on business. He spent the night laying on his bed, his hand absently stroking the nipple that was abused that morning, his thoughts in turmoil. He felt different, changed. The pain hurt, but only for the. Never. I got everything recorded. All your moaning and groaning and begging to get fucked. How do you think your daughter would react to you coming on to her boyfriend and how about your husband. How do you think he will react if he heard the recording. Plus if you remember you called me your Master last night when I was fucking you. Vincent said. Stop joking Vincent. I said. That can never happen again. I dont know what happened to me. I was out of control. You belong to me and my boys from. Jana wasn't home at the time so it was Donnie and me in the den and I could tell that he was trying to look up my skirt when I moved my legs as I sat across from him. I was twelve, just becoming a bit of a tease, just starting to know the power my female body had over boys, so I just looked over at him and widened my legs.Oh, the predicted wide-eyed stare took place so I opened my stance a bit more. It was no secret what I was doing and he motioned to me to raise my dress up a bit.I shook my. I didn’t realize when she came and when went.Three months later, one day I was sleeping and when Jorina went away I didn’t know. When I woke up and felt pee pressure. I was going to run for toilet but ouch! I felt a great jerk at my penis and got severe pain. Then I noticed that my penis was tied with the leg of the cot with a rope. This hurt my penis and I understood the culprit was none but Jorina. I astonished that she often bantered with me but she could do this type of job I really didn’t.