" My position?" Yes, your position. Your place. Your duty. Your role here amongst us." And what might that be?"Stacy lifted up her peignoir. Gently sh... took my hand and placed it on her bare belly."Do you know what's growing inside my tummy?" she asked.I looked her in the eyes, then looked around at the other girls."A baby," I admitted."And do you know whose baby this is?" Ours..." I responded, in a whisper."That's right," she sighed with contentment, "it's our baby. Mine and yours. You were. Brett, watching his wife deliver stroke after stroke must have had the same idea for he slid a thin pillow under Lynette's head. Still Olga struck with the knout on Lynette's pussy; rhythmically, methodically. The knots hit sometimes on the larger lips, sometimes in between, sometimes on the bone. All of Lynette's skin shone with her sweat. I stretched out my hand to caress her breast, still purple from yesterday's exertions but Brett held my wrist."You can't touch her," he said, "not with your. "I see you get typecast like me," he said still laughing."It got worse, I was Renfield in Dracula Baby, a vampire musical, when I was in high school," laughing as the words finished coming out of my mouth."I'll cast you when I need a charming, stuffed, fat boy that eats bugs," he said."Thank, Rowdy, can you get us to the restaurant without wrecking the car?" I said."Low blow, Cruise," he said. "But you do know your movies."We pulled up to the restaurant about seven-fifteen and Michael used the. What punishment booth she asked? I will show you. He took her down the hall to the next room. This is the punishment booth. You will be striped naked and strapped into it and every one on the staff come in now and then throughout the day and fuck you. Because you are a freshman in high school they don’t have to limit themselves to your pussy ether, they can fuck you in your pussy or your mouth or even your ass. Now are you going to strip or be stripped.With a resigned voice she said I’ll strip,.