Little things make for great memories.It all started in synagogue in a Friday night during something we call Family Service, a once a month event that...brings out some of the children and their parents. It is usually a joyous time that brings out part of the best of what this congregation has to offer. One family, Deborah and Walter Silverman had a set of 5-year-old twins; one's a boy, Saul, and a girl, Raquel (Rocky). They also had a 2-year-old named Aaron and another baking. Deborah was barely. Max pulled her dress up to reveal all of her panties and stared at her for a moment. He then leaned down and ran his tongue over her panties sending a shiver through Sheri. He sat her down on the desk. Max reached up and cupped both of her tits in his hands. "Nice, firm tits" He said. Sheri reached down and grabbed his dick which was very hard by now. "Nice, firm cock" said Sheri. Someone knocked at the door just then so they had to compose themselves very quickly. After Sheri left Max'. She was drenched in yellow, warm and acrid urin. Her hair was soaked, some went up her nose and some made it's way into her closed eyes and stung. Finally, when they had finished, one man came forward and held a cloth over Atia's mouth and nose and she passed out again. When she awoke, she was alone in the large warehouse room with just one light bulb for light. She had been untied and laid face first in the puddle of dog cum on the floor. Atia slowly got up and regained her senses. She. “Stop staring at me.” She complained. I had to stifle a grin; she had stuck her bottom lip out like a petulant teenager. I’d never seen that either. Could it be my walking out had got a message through to her? Would she learn something from this? “I said I was sorry.”“But you’re not are you?” I replied. “You’re sorry you didn’t get your own way, but not for what you’re doing to me.”She narrowed her eyes at me. “What AM I doing to you?”“You know full well. You wanted to turn me into a slave like.