" Well, somebody took my toe ring and my batteries, and..." I gave up, frowning as I finally admitted to myself that Denise was probably innocent."It ...asn't me," she said, picking up a granola bar. "You're the one who deserved to get punched in the nose." I didn't punch you." Yeah, but you started the fight and I got a bloody nose!" Sorry," I muttered, and neither of us had much to say after that.I didn't hate her anymore. I didn't even want to fight Denise now that I didn't have a good reason. She had always been ashamedof her tiny tits and when he?d told her he thought that they where patheticallysmall and ugly she couldn?t anything but agree. He had continued to tell herthat he wanted a slave with at least D cups, and that he would purchase them forher. Those last words made her very happy and after that she swore to herself she?ddo anything she could to make him want to stay with her. She felt very gratefulhaving a Master willing to take his time to shape her into his and. ” Pauline Manson pointed to her right-hand side and nodded at the eighteen-year-old girl.Zofeya Caldwell stood still for a few moments. She really needed the toilet. She hoped that she wouldn’t lose control of her bladder whilst being punished. She then looked at Pauline, who continued to smile and point with her small right hand. Finally, she looked at her mother, who simply stared at her, expecting her to comply with the instruction that she had just been given. Zofeya panicked.“Mummy.. ” I took a couple more steps and turned around again. “Not that she’s really your aunt-aunt, right? She’s very pretty and quite passionate, actually. I wouldn’t blame you for a second if you thought about her while you, you know….” I made a wanking motion with my hand. I spun around before I could see how he reacted, and headed for the house. I called out over my shoulder, “she thinks you’re hot too!” ------------------------------------------ Over the next week, I felt like I was back in.