Sammie was only given one day to deliver all of the invitations. Failure to deliver even one would result in terrible punishment. Just to make sure ...he did not cheat, Master had Sammie get a signature upon delivery. Most of the invitees where not content to just sign, instead they wrote filthy messages on Sammie’s body. By the time she returned home, she was covered with marker. Words like cunt and cumpig showing clearly through her dress. One man had even written the words mouth-pussy on. Needless to say I did get his phone fixed.(Update)It was always on my mind, did his friends film me? Take pictures of me that day?A month or so later, my step son was in the shower, I could see his phone on the kitchen table, I wondered if he had anything on his phone of me, did his friends share anything, I new his password from a year or so ago, if he had not changed it, maybe I should take a look and maybe delete it.Sure enough his phone opened up and I scrolled the albums, shockingly I. If he didn't miss his guess, she was wet down there too, the glint of moisture along her tiny cuntslit betraying her arousal. Don suddenly found himself wondered again how she had discovered the pleasures of her beautiful young body. Kids matured early these days, he thought, she's probably been masturbating for years, no doubt fucking boys too!The very thought of his fourteen-year-old daughter engaged in sex, sent strange, unnatural thrills up and down Don's spine. He rubbed the front of his. "Mebbe you'd sense if the rest of us are mentally dukin' it out with Victor," Ned said. "I mean, that would be a helluva lot of power goin' 'cross the link, right?" That's a good point," Jason said. "Hitting him from two directions at once might throw him off-balance. All right, Cassie, we'll do it that way." What if Ned is wrong and I don't sense anything?" Cassie asked. "Or I get cut off from it somehow?" Then just use your judgment," Jason said. "Concentrate on getting Gina free."Cassie.