You order me to stand, and you order me to turn around and bend over.I hear and feel you open the zipper covering my ass. I gasp as you shove your lub...d finger n my ass, followed quickly by a butt plug. You zip the shorts back up and I see you apply locks tot he shorts, ensuring I cannot touch myself or remove the plug. You hold out the sweat pants and sweat shirt for me to put on, and I assume you are going to be taking me somewhere -- where I have no idea.You snap the gag and blindfold onto. I couldn’t call it my room because absolutely nothing in it was mine. Dad gave me a $500 check to replace my clothes. Well, most of the stuff that fit me was in my car. He also showed me a new bicycle to replace the one I had. I decided to leave it in the new garage until I scoped out the lay of the land at OU. I had a car now. Why would I need a bicycle?Labor Day, I drove down to Athens so I’d be there Tuesday morning when the housing office opened.I guess maybe the fact that I lost my. ”“Then why? The other night?”“You didn’t need a whore. You needed...”“I’ll tell you what I need, Mimi,” I blurted bravely. “I need the Mimi who’s working on her education because she WANTS to. I need the Mimi who shows up in front of a bunch of very smart people and THEY see what I see in her. I need the Mimi that walks into a crowd and makes herself part of it in her own way. I need that Mimi that knows how to properly snuggle her way through a chick flick. That’s the Mimi I’ve been hanging. "Zed?" she asked. "You ready for our guests?" Sure thing hun," he answered. "Gather 'round folks, and I will tellyou the true story of how a little western outpost became known asTolerance Town." The tourists sat, and the man glanced at some notesbeside him, and then began."Well, folks, we have to go back to a little bit more than 5 yearsago. At that time, this town was called Tinsville. I was just a workingstiff, counting the days until I could retire. After my wife had died 2years earlier,.