It was bold leopard patterned pencil dress. It was plunging, low cut and short. It was, is, inevitably tight and it fitted all of her curves. The neck...was just off the shoulder with short sleeves and she was wearing a narrow black choker that drew my attention immediately because it has the word “BITCH” in small silver inlay embossed in it. I’d bought her it months ago from Pulse and cocktails but this was the first time she’d worn it. She also wore huge dangling earrings in her ears and her. It's better to just leave them where they are."It was with quiet footsteps and muted voices that the little group went on its way, in every mind the bitter thought that if they failed in their task, the same fate could be theirs. Or even if they succeeded, Chad thought to himself. He kept them to a steady walking pace, not wanting to overstress muscles unused to such tasks, stopping frequently along the way to adjust pack straps and rest their feet."Hey, man," Kenny spoke up as they set up camp. Turning it over it read: Taylor Evans, a phone number, and, I get off work at 7 pm, m-f.I was now getting in over my head in sex. I went home, and told my sister what had happened. She said it was great. She wanted to stay off getting fucked until after her doctor's appointment next week, and told me a date with this girl would make our parents believe I was with her instead of Beth, when our plan was used. Made sense to me, I guess. I called Taylor later that night. She sounded sweet over the. Fearing I'd be molested and fearing more I wouldn't be. Then Samantha told me her solution, it works she is free now, free to love you, free of fear and free of the threat. If I am your slave Daddy, I am free, freer then other girls". And Nora was crying, tears rolling down her beautiful face."Nora you are from this second on mine, mine to use, own and fuck, my slut, whore and property." Her crying stopped her pretty eyes glowed with joy. "But Samantha you and Nora will not invite anyone else,.