Almost as if on cue again, all three men came at once. One filling her throat, another load being spilt into her pussy deep and the last being shot on...her stomach and back from the side. She collapsed to the floor. Only aware that seconds later she was being covered with a blanket and picked up by the man that reminded her so much of her Jesse. She fell asleep as he carried her out the door. She awoke, panties wet, in the same clothes she had fallen asleep in. she wondered at the memories. “Fuck yeah!” she replied with almost girlish glee. You know, I’m a real good fuck. Actually, I’m going to London to study at the RAF… you know, the Royal Academy of Fucking?” Slowly, Alison felt the train begin to move; she steadied herself on the door-frame, still staring at the black dick in front of her.“The RAF – wonderful! smiled the stranger. “So you want to be a fucker when you grow up?”Alison was a bit embarrassed and annoyed at the implication that she wasn’t yet grown up, and, more to. “David…..how could you…oh my god…with my mother….how could you…l hate you.” Evette’s tears were streaming down her face, she was hanging onto the door post for support.“Evette please,” David pleaded, trying to free himself, “let me explain, please.”“Explain!” She shrieked, “what is there to explain, you beast, you cheat, l hate you, l never want to see you again.”“Please Mary,” he said, turning to her, “let me go, please.”“Oh all right then,” Mary said with a smirk, then she looked at her. They had also been taught to be energetically involved in the conditioning and training of other girls, like Jane, for similar purposes. Bonnie was accustomed to the teasing, torments, and tortures of her brother. Skippy had molded Bonnie as his personal slave girl since she was an early teen. He achieved greater satisfaction from using her than he did with any other woman. And, for her part, Bonnie achieved greater pleasure and fulfillment from pleasing, serving, and suffering for her brother.