I glances at the digital readout display. It was past 11:30 AM. Somehow, thirty minutes had passed. The time of the morning...that suddenly became ...he overwhelming thought in my head. I had made my decision. My hands punched up a number on the phone and I said, “Dora? JoLyn here. I’ve had a family emergency come up and I’m taking the rest of the day off. Let everyone know, okay.” Words of concern and sympathy came back and I replied, “No, everything will be okay...I think. Have a good. I'm trying to work up mycourage.Up on the hill, along a footpath is a small stone building, like amausoleum. In front of that stone building is an old man, like an Indianmystic. India Indian, not Native American. He's wearing the little Gandhiglasses, sitting cross legged on the ground. His name is 'Deep'. I thinkthat's hilarious. He is the keeper of my Akashic Record.He's holding a scroll made of vellum, and written in a strange script. Thesymbols mean nothing to me, but if I stare at it long. Soon you are moaning into the panties, begging to be flicked.The licking stops and you are turned over; a mouth begins sucking on your hard erect nipple. The mouth on your left nipple begins gently tugging on the hardened flesh. Suddenly the teeth sink sharply into your nipple as it is extended a good half inch from your body. Meanwhile the hand is back stroking your cunt; a hard finger traces a path from your clit to the edge of your anal ring. Once, twice, three times this is repeated, all. They had another girl down and were kicking and punching her. I bellowed at them to stop.One of the girls, Lizzie Michaels, turned toward me, " You want some of this, asshole?" I think I do." I said as I backhanded her. She flew ass over tea kettle landing on the ground with a solid thump. Reaching with my other hand, I grabbed another girl, Misty Stevens, by the hair of her head and jerked her back. The sharp crack of skin impacting skin filled my ears when I slapped her across the face. She.