The breasts they lusted after were real, tangible, wobbly, soft. I could feel a stir in my loins. Unfortunately Emily was jumping up and down for joy ...nd that really didn’t help.“I was meant to be going for a drink with the teachers, but I guess it’s too late now. Umm” She looked at me “I don’t suppose I could buy you a drink to say thank you? We could talk about the course if you like”“YES! I mean yes” No point in telling her that I was underage, and a Christian and not sure about drinking.. My husband was in such bliss, screaming horrible dirty things. As his fat old man cock slid inside this little girl he was completely disregarding he had a daughter her age. He kept pumping his cock into her. He caught a sight of me.... I stood there cold, didn't know what to do. He asked if I wanted to join, I said NO, are you crazy you old bastard. His face got angry and he started fucking the girls ass harder. He then yelled, "then get the fuck out of here your dried up cunt." I was in. He opened the door, and told me to crawl out on my hands and knees. I did. He attached a collar around my neck, and put a leash on it. Then he put hobbles on my ankles. I was led out with three other girls to be fed." But what about clothes?" her father asked."Only Masters had clothes, Daddy. I never saw a girl in any clothes. They gave me a small robe to wear when I was taken out to be sold. That was the only clothes that I had had on in about three months, which is how long they told me I was. At times like this, it was Mother's customary practice to keep me insuspense for a while; until she was quite ready to say what was on hermind; and she would pull no punches! Was there still a faint hope forme? If I was suitably contrite; promising solemnly never to do itagain; was it possible that I might be able to secure my release withnothing worse than a caution.Mother took her time; selecting her ammunition with great care, andtesting each separate missile for its balance and accuracy..