His immaculate white shirt accentuated histanned complexion. He was handsome but grave. He reminded me of themovie actor Sam Elliot; he had the same...deep gravely voice when hespoke."Cover the peephole!" he commanded pulling a small roll of masking tapefrom his pocket and tossing it at me.As I clattered over to the cell door tottering on my high-heels Ithought to myself that I was glad that I didn't have to walk around allday in these eight-inch heels and the tight pencil skirt. I had to. "You have to keep up your end of the bet, and be our slave for the rest of Spring Break. You will do what we want, when we want, and with whomever we want you to do it with. If you can be an obedient little cumslave, maybe I won't send this picture around campus. Does that sound like a good deal to you?"I had to agree, lest my reputation be soiled around school. Not that I would have turned them down anyway, serving these two studs would be a fantasy-come-true. I bobbed my head up and down in. You stay here until I get Bill. If you run off, I’m not chasing you down.”Jerry got out of the car and went up to the door to pick up Bill. When he was gone, Jenny turned to Melissa and said, “Listen to me, Melissa. The world described by your mother is fantasy. You’re living in the real world now. You better listen to your father, do as he says, and stop shooting off your mouth. He’s not going to let you get away with that kind of behavior.”“He can’t do anything,” retorted Melissa fully. I was like the third case in America. I freaked out, and the doctor’s words about how I’d have a normal life had rung hollow. I thought no boy would want to touch me. I was fifteen, and thought it was all over.Then my little sister burst in on me masturbating my futa-cock for the first time. Just as I was cumming, fantasizing about a naughty threesome with my mom and Reverend Helen August, the brat started teasing me. Angry, I chased her through the house and out into the backyard. She fled to.