Where are we going Sugar? she asked trying to stay composed. You dont need to know. Now shut up and stop calling me Sugar! he yelled at her. She coul... see they were heading onto the highway, he could be taking me anywhere she thought to herself as see looked on helplessly. Whats your name? Im Lola. her voice quivered. John. And your name is whatever I call you, whore. Okay John, whatever you want. Please tell me, where are we going? she pleaded. You will find out when we get there. So stop. I would call for one every few days, just for a few hours of petting and coitus and a sleep partner, and then off she'd go back to her holding pen. Abby and Sheffie and Chanah are superb actors and accepted this humiliating schedule with poise and grace. Michal just giggled and Dodi openly laughed when they woke up with me and read in their marriage books that they were wedded to the Cunif Califar.Ah, Cunif Califar. It still feels a bit awkward, to think of myself as one. That was the one small. There was no point in going for half-measures anymore.After all, isn't that precisely the lesson that life had patiently triedto teach her again and again? But that didn't quiet the butterflies a-flutter in her stomach, or loosen the screws of the imminent tensionheadache that suddenly appeared in each of her temples. I can't do this,Marcia told herself. I can't not do this, she countered. This debateraged for the better part of the afternoon.She checked the clock. There were still two hours. She began to massage her cum leaking pussy while whispering “I wonder how much cum is in there” before she rolled over and went to sleep. After hearing her, I knew that things would never be the same between us.It took a long time to get to sleep, but I was woken in the middle of the night. I noticed that Kacey was not in bed next to me, and I could hear the sounds of someone on the receiving end of some hard fucking in the next room. I walked over to the wall, and I could hear Kacey, Margaret.