Her dad would pick her up in about two hours, to give her time to get ready. She pressed, and got an extra half hour.In the mean time, I was calling m... mother on another line. I got the same word from her, along with an assurance that both of them would be home at the usual time. Dress for dinner was casual. She described it as what I would normally wear to school on a good day.I went upstairs to change into something more comfortable. She followed, and we talked about the failed entrance that. The one rule: if you are foolish enough to be taken, then you deserve whatever happens to you. This is the story of a young woman named Elizabeth and how she found her way to happiness and peace?Chapter 1I met my Master in the most unusual way possible. I heard about his ability to turn even the most prim and proper of girls into trained whores and pain sluts. I found the idea, well more than erotic. No one I knew had ever sought out to be a slave. If anything, it was something no one in my. .and..Sangita slipped on that. She injured her leg. She had a sprain. I ran when I heard the sound. She was struggling to stand.I picked her up and took her to the sofa. I brought a balm (lotion) to apply it on the sprain. She lifted her gown for me. I was hesitant to touch her. She was clean shaved under there. Her legs felt like silk.I started applying the balm and said sorry. I felt guilty. Tears rolled down my eyes. She smiled and lifted me up saying, “It’s ok Rohan, it’s not your fault. I. I can show you too if you want? Tiffany was also 12 years old like Libby, but where Libby had straight honey brown hair and a slim athletic body with budding breats, Tiffany had short red hair and she had a more mature body for her age with A-cup breasts and shapely hips. Please Tiff! Would you really, that would be awesome. Libby was very excited to learn anything new that would help her understand the game her parents were playing. Tiffany stood up and took off her T-shirt, shorts and.