I got no plans to leave." But the Mara plan to drive you out of here." That's not going to happen. So are you here to help, or are you one ofthem now..." I turn, lift my sweatshirt and show him the whore tag on my butt. Heemits a low whistle. "They got you tagged, bitch." He traces the M and S that garland thesides of Betty Boop's flowery throne."I'm one of them, but I want to be free of them, just like you. I want toerase those letters from my bottom. And that's why I'm here. You helpme,. The absolute bestest part of the evening though was when the dance wasover, Jason offered to wait for me until Karen could pick me up. When Igot into the car, Jason smiled, waved, and said that he was glad he gota chance to dance with me, and he did it all in front of every one ofmy girlfriends and some of the most stuck up girls in my class!I never missed a dance after that and neither did Jason. Sometimes,Mike and Karen would be together when it came time to pick us up so Igot to sit next to. His words resonated with such deep sorrow that, had he been anyone else, Mia would have wept in sympathy.But he was Arthur. Now freed of the foot that had held her to the floor, Mia rolled to her feet and stood behind him. He was so lost in his grief that he took no notice of her movements. Her uninjured arm moved swiftly forward, and she took a firm hold on the shard of wood that still stuck out from his back. Withdrawing it slightly, she changed its angle and drove it home once more, this. . I'll be right back."He was back in seconds. Sitting down on my bed. His thick throbbing dick right in front of my mouth. "Go on boy, ... Taste your own ass!", he ordered meanly. Pushing my face over the glistening cock. I licked the cock and tasted my dirty ass juices. But at that point, I would have done anything for him. I loved learning new stuff. Even at school. But this education was something else. I was elated with my brother, my teacher, my hero. He took me to new heights the longer.