She had pledged herself to all of thesebikers as their property. All of this had been videotaped.One of the Sisters came up to her and told her about ...he videotapes."We will edit these tapes so that it shows how you came to us andvoluntarily started to act like a slut who wanted to become a pussyslave. It will show you playing with yourself and even fucking yourselfwith that big dildo in you ass and cunt with a big smile on your face.You will be eating out our pussies and asses with no one. .." No way. I have a very open mind. I believe in leprechauns, Santa Claus, and the Loch Ness Monster. But an eleventh grade cherry cheerleader, that boggles the mind." I never thought you went in for stereotypes." I don't," I protested. "Well, maybe a little, with cheerleaders. But I don't think Darlene is..." Just take it slow."I nodded and watched Robbie disappear into the girl's room. I walked around to the other side of the building to take care of my nagging bladder."Did you beat my. Each symbol is a sound of speech and there are only a few such, and with these symbols one may assemble all words that may be spoken.After I understand this it goes quickly. Linda says that my memory is very good, and that I am quick in mind. I tell her that in the time when I live before there are no symbols to help, that all things must be held in memory and that there is no time to be slow in mind. Those who are slow and who forget will not live long and will not make children who may share. “OK, stand up.”Mother struggled to her feet, and turned to face me. Reluctantly she hauled up her skirt. Right in front of my face her tight white panties were stretched over her dark haired pussy. I looked at them, and saw the same moist patch. Seeing where my eyes were looking, her face went even redder than it already was. I stood up and took a step back. “Here’s what’s going to happen, from now on, mum. Today is Monday, and I’m going to spank you every evening. On Saturday, when Wendy.