Rin cooed as he gently caressed her cool white cheeks.A minute later, he raised the brush slowly and slammed it down hard. Again and again, she gasped...as each blow exploded into her behind. She moaned and wept, her bottom a furnace, growing ever hotter and brighter as he stoked the flames. He was relentless, and her rear was paying the price.“Wait, I have to pee,” she said urgently.He stopped and held her blazing bottom, “I have an idea.”They stood, Rin taking the opportunity to rub her. As Anita took the 405 freeway out to Sky Harbor Airport she wonders if she would even remember what he looked like, after all she was only eleven years old when he took a job as a photo journalists for Today’s World Magazine. He had been all over the world taking pictures and in all that time he had never bother to call or even write, and then two weeks ago he calls his sister and said he’s coming for a visit. “Ever since that dam phone call mom had been barking orders to the cook and the maid. You’re going to see me serve my Master. There’s no way to avoid it. I suppose you’re still a virgin. I bet you’ve never seen a naked guy have you?”I have a very vivid imagination and my heart is beating at about twice my normal heart rate as I pictured Jo as a sex slave following Ken’s orders.“I’m sorry, kid. But you’re almost certainly going to get an education this week. I have to do anything and everything Ken tells me to do.”She sat up on the side of her bed facing my bed. She pulled her. My sister was thirteen and never recovered. She hardly ever spoke and as far as we knew, never had a date ... until one day, I came home from school and she was waiting for me. ‘Stacy,’ she said. ‘I’m going to California with my boyfriend. I love you, but I have to leave. I can’t live in this house where he ... he ... he ... did what he did to me and mom.’ She kissed me, brushed away the tears on my cheek and walked out.“We never heard from her again. I have no idea if she is alive, or dead,.