" I can't mom. I... I..." Think about Janet honey, think about that birthday party."I grabbed her sides and concentrated. Years ago, Liz, ball pit, la...ghing. My crying gradually stopped and the voices disappeared. "Thanks mom."She didn't say anything, she just held me close. She protected me like I wanted to protect her. She pulled away a bit to look at me. She smiled and wiped my tears away. Her fingers felt so tender on my cheeks, her lips seemed so soft... and then my head was moving. Why. "Yellow moonlight bathed the serene countryside in its pale glow. The full moon hung in the sky above the trees and mountains as clouds moved across the bloated orb, the forest would darken, then lighten as they passed. The Rolls Royce maneuvered the tight, twisting, mountain road with ease, the chauffeur had driven the route thousands of times over the years. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he smiled at the woman in the back seat."He is very pleased Miss Gabby," he said, returning his. As it spurted out of her fanny onto the short curling hairs of her vagina, Tracey reflected on the inconvenience of having hair so short that it marked her out from the other girls. It wasn't that short now, and her mousey-brown natural colour was beginning to overcome the bleach which made her hair look so unnaturally pale. She hoped it would grow long soon, and fast. She'd rather do without a bonus than attract the attention of every man who had a thing for short hair. Back home, that. So, our Masters and Mistresses got numbers for us (mine was 10). The MC dived into one of the chests and came up with a canvas bag. He put his hand in and came out with a number. “Good, he said Its 9! Whose 9?” The Master of a tall blonde girl called that his Lucy was 9. We all looked at the girl. She had nipple and cunt rings but looked rather haughty.“Come here, Cunt” said the MC. She walked over to him and he felt her tits then her cunt. “Turn round so that we can all see you.” she obeyed.