My name is Salvatore and I hate it when they call me Sally, but I learned long ago the price of complaining.I haven’t started puberty yet. My body i... completely hairless and I am the smallest of stature among my classmates. My little dickie (which is what I must always call it or risk punishment) stood a thin inch-and-a-half when hard, and not much thicker than a pencil. It all but disappeared when it wasn’t hard. It got rock hard whenever I was embarrassed, and in being naked Aunt Jane’s room. Poor thing. No husband to spank her child. “So if it was just a prank, some dumb kids messing around on the phone, what will you do?”“File a report,” the cop said. “Issue a warning. Unless I feel it necessary to issue a citation for misusing 911.”“You don’t need to issue a citation. It was just dumb kids. You know they’re being disciplined.” I shuddered, my daughter’s tongue lapping at my asshole, her hands gripping my thighs as her tongue ran in circles around my naughty sphincter. “What will. Four o'clock, babe, ok?" Ok!" I said.I gave him a nice long snog, a real sexy one, and then I took my leave, went back down to my floor.Martin did ask me where I'd been for the last hour and a half but I gave him short thrift. Told him it was none of his fucking business. He went red and started trying to tell me that it was his business, being my manager, but it was hard to take him seriously on account of the fact he kept losing his thread. Perhaps because what he was really focussed on was. The pavilion was primarily an open sided building that people could enter and leave at will. Janet explained that, before the previous Dran had expelled everyone but his allies from the city, it had been a large, open market. With all of the farmers and other sellers being stuck outside of the walls, it had lain barren and devoid of anything. There was a room that stood overlooking the pavilion. It had been used for the guardsmen to observe it and assist in recognizing crimes as they happened..